Chapter 6 Escape (6)
The leg rings are in the form of snap buckles and are tightly bound in the middle of the thighs.
Irene unbuttoned two buttons and stuffed the dagger into her leg socks. The two-finger-wide black leather passed through the raised lion head pattern on the handle and was then tightened.
The dagger was thus fixed in the stockings which were tight against the thighs.
Just like Leo's rigid body pressed against the wall.
His chest heaved violently, his eyes followed Irene's figure, and Irene's slightly rapid breathing due to excitement echoed in his mind.
After hiding the dagger, she jumped lightly a few times and turned around in place, as if she was trying to determine whether it would slip.
Of course it wouldn't slip off. She tied it so tightly that her legs were all red. How could it slip off? It's not a very heavy thing.
Leo couldn't help pinching the curtains with his fingertips. The gun handle on his lower back was pressing against his bones, causing him pain.
He stared at Irene without blinking, as if he was a wild animal staring at its long-coveted prey.
He saw a look of surprise on the woman's face, and a small dimple appeared on one side of her plump, heart-shaped face - a dimple facing his.
Leo's wrist on the gun handle was shaking slightly, and he didn't even have the strength to pull the gun out.
What's wrong with him? Why does he feel weak all over? Is he poisoned?
Leo leaned back in fear, trying to get as far away from Irene as possible, but his arm accidentally touched the window glass, making a crisp sound.
"who!"
Irene let go of her skirt, strode over and lifted the curtains, leaving only the empty glass windows swaying in the breeze.
She dared to swear that there was definitely someone here just now. Although she only took a glance, she definitely saw a pair of men's shoes.
A pair of dark brown boots flashed by.
At this critical moment, she couldn't let anyone catch her.
Irene even looked out the window several times without giving up. If she wasn't worried about attracting other people's attention, she would have wanted to climb up to the roof along the window sill to take a look.
But nothing was found.
I have to run quickly, Irene made up her mind.
She closed the study door with a heavy heart and looked at the watch. Only ten minutes had passed, but she felt like two hours had passed.
Once the overly tense brain relaxes, it feels as if even the body is not your own, and the soul seems to be floating empty in the air.
Next, she had to find a way to make Booker's footprints appear under the window before dinner.
This is not difficult. Just put the shoes in the basket and take them out.
The biggest uncertainty now is the person who just peeked at what she did.
Who on earth would do such a thing as hiding behind a window and eavesdropping?
Irene stood by the second-floor window and looked out. The cotton barn with a red-tiled pointed roof stood in front of her, and the window shutters of the attic swayed in the wind.
Has this window always been open? Irene frowned. She clearly remembered that the last time she saw the window, it was still closed.
Could it be that Leo escaped?
Definitely not. Looking at the distance between the cotton warehouse and the study, Irene denied the idea without hesitation. He was so disabled, how could he sneak into the study without being seen?
"It's time to eat, Miss Irene."
The nanny knocked on the door frame and reminded Irene, who was still dawdling about mending her clothes, "Why are you opening the window again? Be careful not to catch a cold. I guess Master Qiao doesn't want a sickly bride."
After saying that, she turned and went to Booker's room.
Irene listened anxiously as she pushed open Booker's door.
"Mr. Booker - hey, where are the people?"
Here it comes, Irene closed her eyes tightly.
Life or death depends on now.
The sound of Mammy's footsteps spread along the floor to Irene's feet, making her nervous, as if a scream was brewing in Mammy's throat and would break through the sky in the next second.
Erin tried to map her movements in her mind.
Knock on the door first - no one - messy bed - open window - several clear footprints under the window
The footprints were from when she had just stuffed Booker's shoes into the basket and, under the pretext of doing laundry, she faked the traces of Booker going to Victor's house under the window.
Where is Mammy now? She should see the open window.
Why didn't she say anything for so long? Did she find anything suspicious?
Is there blood stains in the room that haven't been cleaned up?
Or maybe the bedspread at the foot of the bed wasn't long enough and Booker's feet were showing?
The bed was slightly longer than the man's, and there were several supporting wooden stakes at the bottom of the bed, so Booker had to curl up his legs to lie down smoothly.
The two of them stuffed Booker's body in while it was still wet, and forcibly folded it into the shape of a "7".
Although the corpse would not move, what if they did not push it close enough and Booker's body became stiff and his feet stuck out of the bedspread?
She tried hard to recall the details of hiding the body, but she couldn't remember how far Booker's feet were from the bedspread.
I clearly remembered it at that time, but why can't I recall it at all now?
The more Irene thought about it, the more frightened she became. Her heart almost jumped into her throat. In just a few tens of seconds, she broke out in a cold sweat, and her hands and feet became numb and cold.
Why not jump out of the window now and run away with Hannah? They won't realize it was them who did it for a while.
As for Leo, at worst she could come back tonight and sneak into the attic to steal him out.
As soon as Irene made up her mind, she stood up straight and walked to the window.
Mammy's voice rang out at the right moment.
"Strange," she heard Mammy mutter as she closed the door, "Did Master Booker run out again?"
call--
Thank God for that.
Irene held onto the armrest of the sofa, her legs were so weak that she could hardly stand.
She took several deep breaths, and after she calmed down a little, she slumped down on the sofa, in a daze for a long time.
When she came to her senses, she found that her skirt had been soaked with cold sweat and was sticking to her back, wet and cold. A cold wind blew in from the window, and Irene sneezed and felt a little dizzy.
After two days of constant fright coupled with lack of sleep, even the strongest body would suffer from a minor illness.
She would chew a piece of ginger later. She couldn't let her body hold her back at this critical moment.
Irene hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked into the storage room where her dowry was kept.
In case something unexpected happens tonight, she has to prepare the funds needed for escape in advance.
When she came downstairs to eat, Irene changed into a lighter cotton dress.
John was smoking a cigarette, and puffs of blue-brown mist came out of his nose.
"Hey, you're really worthy of being a young lady. You have to change your clothes just to have dinner, and you even have to be urged to do so." John's tone of voice seemed to be filled with thorns, stabbing Irene harshly.
Is Lao Deng in such a bad mood right now?
Irene glanced at the people around her without leaving a trace.
Everyone worked with bated breath, not even daring to look at John, for fear of being caught and punished.
Irene thought to herself that this was not good, it seemed like she had been made an example of.
John dusted off his cigarette ashes and said sarcastically, "If you don't know, you would think how much money I, John, can make to support you to change three or four sets of clothes a day."
Anyone with a brain could tell that John was looking for trouble, but who would dare to challenge the head of the family? Do you still want to eat at the table?
Acting coquettishly and cutely at a time like this would only add fuel to the fire. Besides, she had no idea what John was angry about and how to prescribe the right remedy.
Lily, who was always gentle, shy and good at staying out of trouble, suddenly spoke.
She said, "Don't be angry with your sister. You know she is dumber than our donkey. When she gets married, she will have a lot to worry about."
"You only have your dad to spoil you at home. When you go to Joe's house," Lily looked at Irene and chuckled gloatingly, "Mother Joe is a powerful figure."
John mumbled something and Lily quickly handed his cup to Irene, "Go get Dad a cup of hot water."
Why was Lily acting so abnormal? Irene was a little confused as she held the glass of water.
This was the first time that Lily had actively sent friendly signals to her since she came here.
How strange, could it be that she was in a good mood today praying for perfection?
Fortunately, Lily was there to adjust the atmosphere at the dinner table, and John didn't cause much trouble for Irene.
When they were almost done eating, Tina suddenly asked, "Where's Booker? He hasn't come back yet even though we're almost done eating."
Irene's heart skipped a beat and her face changed slightly. She quickly put a piece of beef into her mouth, fearing that others would think she was unnatural.
Mammy continued, "From the direction of the shoes, Master Booker must have gone to Victor's house. He should be back before dark."
"Yeah," Tina responded casually, as if this son was dispensable.
John was furious, and the anger that he had not vented on Irene just now burst out, "He doesn't even come back home, do you think he cares about me as his father? I'm old, not dead, tell him to get back to me!"
Leo responded, put down the plate he had just picked up, turned around and started changing his shoes, preparing to go out.
John was so angry that he couldn't even eat. He paced around the room with his hands behind his back, making the floorboards creak under his feet.
Oh no! Irene and Hannah looked at each other, and a bad look appeared in their eyes at the same time.
Why did it catch John's attention at this moment?
She couldn't let John find out that Booker was missing so early, otherwise if they couldn't find him, she and Hannah, who had the last contact with Booker, would be in danger.
Besides, it was not dark yet, so it was not a good idea to take advantage of the situation and take the horse. Leo was still a patient, so he had to get a carriage for him.
John must not be allowed to notice Booker now!
We need to divert John's attention.
Irene stood up quickly, and used too much force, causing the stool behind her to fall over.
The noise she made really caught John's attention. The man frowned and was about to scold her.
Irene preempted, "Dad, I don't want to marry Joe—"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Eat your meal," John interrupted her harshly.
"I'm not talking nonsense," Irene said, her voice higher than his. "I'm in love with the English guy in the attic. I've slept with him! Maybe I'm pregnant with him!"
After these words were spoken, the room fell into complete silence.
The thin figure hiding in the corner of the second floor suddenly tightened his grip on the stairs, almost embedding his fingertips into the handrail.
What kind of outrageous words are these? Why are you using him as a shield?
What does she take him for?
A dog that she allowed to be humiliated and slandered?
"What are you talking about?" John was so shocked that his voice changed. "If you don't want to get married, find another reason. Leo's excuse is nothing. He can't even move, so what can he do——"
——Make you pregnant
There were too many women in the room, so he didn't finish the second half of his sentence.
"Why not? His leg is injured, not his waist. Why can't he move?" Irene sneered, "I still remember he has a red mole on the inside of his thigh."
She actually looked at this when she was applying medicine to him yesterday. He himself didn't even know that he had a red mole on the inside of his thigh.
Leo's face turned red and his veins bulged. If he had not run out of bullets, he would have killed everyone in the room.
"Dad, you are a man, don't you understand? There is nothing you can't get hard before you die."
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