Chapter 22 On the boat (4)...
"It's me," Linda's voice came from outside the door. Irene breathed a sigh of relief, put the kettle on the table, and hurriedly opened the door.
If it was Edward at the door, she would have thrown a kettle at him.
Linda winked at her mischievously. She had changed out of her heavy evening gown. A strand of smooth light brown hair draped over her lily-colored lapel. Her big, bright eyes were like a Persian cat.
"Hey, I knew I would be the first one to come to you to order clothes," Linda said proudly, "I couldn't wait to come here after I changed my clothes."
Girls of this age love beauty, and Irene understood and smiled.
"You must be the first one to get the clothes. I will tell the tailor how much you like his craftsmanship," Irene smiled and welcomed her in. "Then let's take measurements first. Do you have a preferred style or element, bows or lace?"
As she asked, she took out a tape measure, a notebook and a pen to record Linda's physical data.
Linda put her handbag on the shelf at the door. She looked like a very polite girl and never glanced around randomly after entering the room.
"You have such a thin waist," Irene exclaimed.
"Of course. I wear a corset all the time except when I sleep. My wedding is coming up at the end of the year, so I need to lose some weight."
After she finished speaking, her tone was a little sad again. "It's a pity that I don't know if Irene and her husband can make the wedding dress I want. I even paid the deposit."
"Which Irene?"
Linda quickly explained, "Edward's wife is also called Irene. What a coincidence! You two are actually in the same business."
Irene instantly knew who the rose was supposed to be for.
But then the question is, if Edward didn't want to cheat, why did he continue to dance with her? Why didn't he just say that the flowers were given to the wrong person? Why did he have to let his wife misunderstand?
Moreover, he just looked like he wanted to hit her at the bow. Irene smacked her lips softly, unable to understand the thought process of the male animal.
The nervous look on Edward's face when he invited her to dance suddenly appeared in Irene's mind. Irene frowned slightly. Why would a man who was good at attracting women be so nervous when he asked her to dance? Unless - Edward knew that the chandelier would fall.
Wait, Irene's pupils suddenly contracted, he wanted to kill his wife!
It must be the two words she said when she was dancing with Edward that made him mistakenly believe that she knew his trick, so he wanted to kill her before she could touch his wife.
The chandelier didn't kill her, and he followed her to the bow, so he took off his watch in order to throw her into the sea smoothly. He was not afraid that she would scratch the dial when she resisted.
Irene realized the fear belatedly. If Leo hadn't arrived in time, if she hadn't been able to escape at the bow...
Has she been sunk to the bottom of the sea to be fed to sharks? Irene couldn't help shivering, and the hairs on her arms stood up. The room seemed to have suddenly become seven or eight degrees colder.
How could this era be so horrible? Killing people was like killing chickens. Although she had long been accustomed to this reality, she still felt terrified when it happened to her. Irene was so weak that she could hardly hold the pencil. After taking a few deep breaths, she barely felt better.
Seeing that she looked unhappy, Hannah quickly poured her a cup of hot water. Feeling the hot temperature in her palms, Irene took a sip of the hot water and felt herself come alive again.
Linda was much easier to communicate with than most of the clients Irene had met before. She stated her demands very clearly, so she didn't have to worry too much. You could tell at first glance that she was a well-educated girl.
The only problem was choosing the style. Irene didn't have any style drawings prepared in advance, so she had to draw a few rough skirt styles for her on the spot. Fortunately, Linda wanted a skirt of the same style as hers, so she finally ordered a long cross-neck skirt with a train.
Fortunately, Linda didn't care that Irene could also draw style drawings.
"That's all," Irene closed the book, "You'll probably receive the dress in about a month."
"I'm going to wear it at my engagement party," Linda's eyes sparkled, and then the corners of her mouth twitched, and she suddenly began to frantically search her pockets. The girl exclaimed:
"Where's my wallet? I clearly remembered to put it in when I left the house."
Irene said, "Don't worry, go back to your room and take a look. Maybe you remembered it wrong."
"Okay, I'll go back and look for her first." Linda suddenly looked back at Hannah and asked, "Can this girl go with me? I don't want to run back again to deliver the money."
Irene said subconsciously: "She is still young and doesn't know the way very well. I will go with you--"
Before she could finish her sentence, Hannah quickly changed the subject.
"I can. This boat is not big. I can do it. I used to help the master deliver letters between two villages." Hannah happily put down the needle and thread in her hand. It can be seen that she is really willing to go out.
Irene was still somewhat worried about her, but as Hannah said, the boat was indeed not very big. She asked Linda softly, "Miss, could you tell me the room number?"
"What's so inconvenient about this?" Linda looked at Hannah again and again in confusion. She couldn't see what was so special about this little black girl that made her owner pay so much attention to her. "I live in 7912."
Not long after Hannah left, there was another knock on the door.
Coming back so soon?
Irene was puzzled. She opened the door and asked, "Why are you back so soon—"
The familiar white shirt that came into view had its cuffs rolled up to the elbows, revealing half of his arms with graceful lines, a thin and immature look between adulthood and adolescence.
The blond boy looked down at her, his azure eyes filled with an inexplicable dark rage. His lips looked wet and his body was stained with a rose scent that did not belong to him, with a strong and pungent aftertaste.
It was a perfume that women loved to use, and she had smelled it on at least four or five ladies in the banquet hall.
To leave such a strong flavor, they have to at least stick together.
Tsk, she was gone for just a moment, how come he suddenly appeared out of nowhere and is covered in stench.
So stupid.
Irene was a little unhappy. She pulled the corners of her lips and her eyes turned slightly cold.
She asked him why he was running so fast, and it turned out that he was in a hurry to meet someone. The woman's pupils were as dark and heavy as solidified ink, and she was filled with anger.
Leo's neck felt tight as Irene suddenly grabbed the collar of his shirt, causing him to stagger as he was caught off guard.
Irene pressed her nose against his neck, sniffing from collarbone to earlobe. Her furry hair rubbed against the side of his face, scratching his skin.
The boy's face immediately turned red, and the dizziness and shaking instantly spread from his neck to his whole body. The unbearable numbness and itchiness made Leo unable to help but curl up his fingers, relying on the slight pain in the palm of his hand to maintain his calm. His whole body was stiff and unable to move, as if he was cast under a spell of immobilization.
Irene's lips were only about a centimeter away from him, and he could vaguely see a dark brown mole on the snow-white skin on the back of her neck near her shoulder.
The mole swayed seductively in front of his eyes as she moved. It was small but extremely delicate and incredibly beautiful.
Everything about Irene seemed beautiful, her slightly upturned nose, her soft breath, her hair color, even her mole was unique.
Leo was so excited that his ribs ached slightly from the impact of his heart.
Could it be that he was the only one who discovered it?
His body seemed to be filled with Bordeaux wine, the deep red liquid swaying, shaking, and rushing around, trying to continue to intoxicate his nerves with the scent emanating from Irene's body, and at the same time trying to release it from his body so that Irene could experience his surging tide.
Can I dream about this mole tonight? This thought suddenly popped up in Leo's mind, and he was almost anxiously longing to meet this lovely little dot again in his wild dreams.
Longing for all the kisses and bites that he does not deserve, leaving a string of ambiguous marks.
But how could he be worthy of it? How could he be worthy of desiring her? After the excitement, there was endless pain.
Leo stared at Irene's tied-up hair, his flesh and blood twisted together and it hurt. With or without him, Irene lived a good life. She knew how to make clothes, was good at socializing, had courage and ability, and was the focus of the crowd wherever she went.
As for him, he was just a nobody with no money or power, the dull shadow behind her brilliant life.
He was not even as good as Edward, at least he had some skills in making clothes and had been to college.
But he had never even read a book and learned to read and spell secretly.
The more Leo thought about it, the more painful he felt, as if there were worms drilling in his flesh and blood, stirring up his bones to the point of cracking.
There is no fragrance on his neck or ears, only on his clothes. This boy is not too naughty.
only……
Erin straightened up and took a step back, putting some distance between them. She crossed her arms over her chest - a typical defensive move. "What are you doing here? I thought we had nothing to talk about."
Coming to her despite smelling bad, Irene's expression became even colder, and her tone was as cold as if it had been soaked in a bucket full of ice.
Of course she had to talk about the chandelier incident, but not now. She had to first confirm whether Edward did it.
And even if Leo didn't do anything about the chandelier, why didn't he tell her that he went to the inner hall? He even spent money to go there in advance. What was he trying to do?
Also, where did he get the fifty dollars, the hidden pocket money?
Irene sneered.
"We have nothing to talk about." These few words, coupled with Irene's cold and bored tone, were like sharp ice picks piercing Leo's brain along his ear canal, first causing a piercing pain, then a bone-chilling coldness.
Leo opened his lips weakly, and his rosy and plump lips were instantly covered in gray.
Why why why why, he roared silently, his eyes red.
Why did you abandon me so decisively?
Is it because of Edward who wanted to kill her?
How can I match that scum? How can I match it?
But Leo didn't know that the angrier he was, the calmer he appeared, and his eyes were like some kind of inorganic lenses, as if he didn't care at all what Irene thought.
Seeing his robot-like eyes and the lingering rose scent, Irene was almost mad at him. She blurted out,
"You were on the second floor, and you saw me dancing with Edward. If you ask me, even a married man like him is a hundred times better than you."
A ball of anger rose in Leo's heart, and a surge of strength surged in his body.
He gritted his teeth, and the muscles on his face twisted together unconsciously.
well.
Then he would let Irene see the world clearly.
Irene's feet suddenly felt empty. "What are you going to do—"
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