After dinner, Sophia accompanied Edwin for a walk, attempting once again to negotiate not to stay at the old mansion, but her efforts were in vain.
Led to the bedroom by the servant arranged by Edwin, she opened the door to find Mr. Collins standing on the balcony.
His hands rested casually on the railing, his eyebrows sharp and defined, his eyes striking, and pupils like deep pools. His thin lips were pressed into a sharp curve, his whole body emanating a cold, aloof light that seemed to push people thousands of miles away.
The bedroom was silent; it was already very late.
The evening breeze ruffled a few strands of Mr. Collins's hair, adding to the charm of his handsome face.
He gazed silently into the distance, lost in thought.
Sophia tiptoed closer to him and said softly, "Mr. Co
