[Phantom of the Opera] Lover

Chapter 18

It was dark, and behind it was the body temperature and breath of strangers.

For two seconds, Lizzie's mind was blank, and her eyes looked straight at the glimmer of the black satin, and after a long time, her thoughts gradually came back.

Realizing what the people behind her had done to her, she immediately wanted to get rid of the grip, and her face blushed: "You ——"

But soon, her reason strangled behind the curse —— calm, but was blindfolded, he did not do anything to her. She had to be calm, and not to provoke him.

Lizzie took a deep breath and turned her head, trying to see what the man looked like.

Through the dim black satin, however, she could only see a tall, vague figure, being too large and almost oppressive.

He seemed to have come on horseback, with the smell of strong tobacco, hard leather and pure blood, without a tie, and his shirt collar slightly open to reveal a strong and powerful pectoral muscle.

For the first time she met such a tall and strong strange man, her heart beat fast and her ears flushed.

Then he glanced at her, and seemed to realize that she could survey him through the black satin, buckle her wrists, and go into the shadow of the bower.

There was a complete loss of darkness.

Lizzie clenched her fist and squeezed her nails in her palm. She almost pinched her palm, with a pair of sweet and charming dimples on her face:

"Mr.Ghost, are you helping me these days?”

The man did not move, with his hot palm on her wrist, and for a long time, he said slowly, "... Mr.Ghost?”

"Yes, Mr.Ghost. You've been protecting me like a ghost, aren't you?"She said sweetly, as she tried to remember if she had heard the sound.

The result was no. Although he was slow, initially gentle, without no national accent, she had no way to analyze his origin.

"Say so, Mrs.De Charlotte."He said calmly, in the last two words, becoming strangely rude, full of irony and lightness.

Lizzie did not notice this, she was busy pondering the rhythm of his breathing, trying to analyze what he was thinking about —— his breathing at first thick and rapid, like a restless male horse, but now calm down —— this if you can analyze what he was thinking about a ghost!

If only there were no black satin in her eyes, she thought bitterly, or she would have caught him and given him a precise blow.

By the way, what did he call her to be?

Lizzie turned her eyes and said, " Well —— you have helped me so much, I don't know how to thank you. Call me Lizzie, don't have to be so unfamiliar.”

He did not speak.

She hardened head of skin spoke a few words of one-liners, tried to remind his talk, he always silent, like a cold and impolite audience, with sarcasm to watch her monologue, even if she thought acting is good, play impeccable, under the line of sight of his nothing, also gradually.

Lizzie wanted to pull out his gun and hold it against his chest, forcing him to answer her.

She cursed him fiercely in her heart, but her face became more pure. " Well, even if you don't want to talk to me, follow the social etiquette, should kiss my hand?”

With that, she leaned over like a bird, raising his clasped hand with an expectant expression.

This has finally worked some difference.

He took her hand and hung his head down, but instead of kissing it directly, he left a paper apart and breathed her evenly on the back of her hand.

Not like kissing, more like sniffing, with predators smelling their prey, her thoughts were wild.

But even though his breath was very calm, it was still the living breath, falling on her skin, hot and sticky, and harder than a frivolous kiss.

Lizzie's cheek burned, and she endured before she pulled her hand away.

She tilted her head, the little girl like sajiao, turned the palm over, sent to him: " palm, should also kiss?”

He had loosened her hand without warning.

Lizzie's disappointment is not a good sign. If he was not interested in her, her plan to make a deal with him would be ruined.

She is very bored, really want to say straight to the point —— god, don't pretend dumb, want to say what, as long as you can find my father, what you want, I am willing to give you.

However, all those who have played cards know that, not to the end of the moment, must not show the cards in advance, that will lose everything.

Lizzie was so worried, but she did not show it. Just then, the second waltz next door began.

She rushed, a curtsy to him, looked up and said: "you don't say anything, don't kiss my hand... do a dance with me," she hung her head, half true said, " I haven't dance for a long time, no one wants to dance with me, they don't like me.”

He seemed to look at her.

Although she could not see his eyes, she could feel his calm, calm eyes, moving slowly across her face like a sharp knife.

He was judging whether her words were somewhat true or somewhat false.

After a few seconds, she tightened on her waist.

He hugged her.

His fingers seemed so long, that even if she had never tied her waist, one hand covered most of her waist.

They waltz in silence, leaning, swinging, and spinning back with the dance music.

He saw rarely dance, the pace appears reckless and clumsy, but his learning speed is scary —— on a second, he still some can not keep up with the rhythm, the next second, he is the main, snatch the dominance of the dance steps.

He was very different from all of her past partners, though in a suit and tie, and had a strong and dangerous force in every move.

She held his hand with one hand and climbed his shoulder with the other, feeling the muscles of his shoulders taut and relax, and feeling in a strange panic as if holding a gun that had just been fired.

But even though they were so close, the atmosphere remained silent.

Alas, how to spread on a mute.

She looked up, trying to observe his expression.

However, she could not see his look only by the black satin, only to feel that his cold eyes were still moving on her face —— He was still judging her heart and false.

"Well, Mr.Dumb," said Lizzie, looking down, somewhat discouraged, " though you won't say a word to me like a clown, thank you for what you did for me. After came to Paris, I really lonely, plus father and —— oh, do not say those sad, in a word, thank you, you are a good man.”

The voice fell, and her chin was lifted with his thumb and index finger.

Lizzie was happy, and the man finally answered to her!

But in a a, he loosened her chin: " Mrs.De Charlotte, I am not your Earl, don't coy me.”

That you've heard for so long! Lizzie almost blurted it out, but once again, her senses stopped her impulse. She frowned and whispered, " I really thank you, Mr.Ghost.”

"Is it?”

"Yes, I can prove it to you: ——"

She was about to throw out a lot of sweet words, put his doubts all down, suddenly, her skirt pocket a light —— bad! She stopped the dance step and bit her lower lip awkwardly. He took her revolver- -the gun.

He did not stop, still attacking, one foot against her foot, the other foot blocking her retreat, while holding around her back, forcing her back to go further, turning the handle-gun in her eyes, saying without emotion:

"Thank you for being loaded. Mrs.De Charlotte, your courage is so admirable that you are not afraid of a gun.”

The dimples on her face are already about to hang up: "Ah, originally will brush a gun to stray fire —— I have not used a gun, I don't know ——"

"basta."He interrupted her, took out the bullet from the wheel, and gave the gun and the bullet back to her." I can help you find your father, but you must promise me a condition.”

Here we is, here, at last!

She got up and listened. " What?”

"Answer me a question first.”

"You said.”

He paused and asked slowly, " Why did you marry Lance de Charlotte?”

Lizzie smelled a hint of ambiguity.

She unconsciously dropped her head, which sounds like a jealous suitor said —— Would he like her? If he liked her, Lance was a good card to play out easily.

Lizzie said slowly, " Well, of course, because I like him. He is so handsome, and so educated, prominent family......"

Before speaking, he suddenly and violently buckled her wrist and pushed her away some.

Lizzie staggered back two steps and looked at him.

"I'm sorry to hear that you like him."He said calmly," Because my condition is, I want you to divorce him.”

Lizzie was stunned. " Divorce?"She reacted quickly, crushing her ecstatic voice into unbelievable tone," Oh, God... divorce! My reputation will be ruined! And... lance wouldn't agree if i agreed to divorce... he is an old school who could never make divorce such ugly......"

"That is your question, dear Mrs.De Charlotte," he said coldly, " I have that condition.”

"That... then I can ask," said Lizzie, glad he had black satin, or blinking would have made him wonder. " Why do you have to divorce Lance?”

"Good question."He smiled faintly." Maybe because I am an unfortunate person, so I hope you also experience misfortune.”

Lizzie wanted to cross it, hoping for more of this misfortune.

She was afraid of giving out the inner ecstasy, hanging her head and struggling, as if Lance and her father were in a dilemma —— yes, never let this person know that she actually hated Lance.

This man looks like a p*****t that destroys the relationship. It is unknown why he finds her feelings with Lance worth destroying, but since he thinks so, she must give him the illusion.

"I..." she took out her handkerchief, covered her nose, and sobbed, " Oh, my poor Lance... my poor Lance... how long have we been together, to go through this ordeal —— I will!”

The air became very quiet.

When Lizzie wondered if he was acting too old, he raised her hand, lowered his head, and gently kissed the back of her hand, and then gently kissed her palm.

It was an unusually soft kiss, very soft and almost sorry. Her heart stopped beating for a moment.

"Good-bye, Miss Lizzie."His movements are so soft, but his voice is still lukewarm." After a while, I will bring you the news you want.”

The black satin of the eye was removed.