Love Lightning Old Virgin
XLVII CHAPTER

Miss Dior thought, recalling her seduction, that the man had been her most determined suitor: and when Miss Dior remembered the attention that the man had lavished upon her, he immediately compared it to Lord Constantine, and unintentionally chuckled.

No two men are more alike. One uses every trick he knows to succeed his seduction, the other uses no deceit at all. Truly, Miss Dior thought critically, the man does not seem to waste the opportunity to keep her away. Men

it was merciless blunt, too often rude to the point of being disrespectful, not giving him excessive flattery, and showing no inclination to please him out of the ordinary.

A very strange seduction if it could be called seduction and why the man was really disturbing his composure, which, because he was too honest to deceive himself, he admitted that it did indeed work the man did, it was a matter he could not find the answer to. The only answer that appeared before him, that his organized mind had become chaotic, was completely unacceptable to him. He wondered if he was overreacting to some of the signs the man had given him, thinking the man was in love with him. Are the signs merely indicating an

desire to seduce him? As soon as this idea came to his mind, he immediately wiped it off. The man never tried to seduce her, and the indifference that characterised her did not belong to a strong-willed man to make ambal appeals. Miss Dior argues that the best thing for her peace of mind is to wait for the man to return to Paris, and soon realizes that she does not want the man to leave. However, Miss Dior found herself unable to decide whether she wanted to be the man's wife or what she would say if the man had indeed proposed to her.

She had always thought that if she was lucky to meet the man who was destined to captivate her, she would recognize him immediately, but it seemed that she had been mistaken with this belief all along, or the man is not that man.

It was with these chaotic thoughts crammed into his mind that he accompanied Big Lady Dior and Miss Harrow to a light lunch. However, he was educated too well that he did not let the slightest hint of his disquieting thoughts be seen, either on his face or in his attitude.

Inviting anxiety-filled questions that he does not intend to answer will indicate a bad behavior that is regrettable. No woman shows her feelings, or makes her guests feel uncomfortable by fighting in such a way that it causes them to think she is sad, or suffering from a severe headache. As such, Grand Madam Dior or Miss Harrow did not suspect that she was being excited. Miss Dior listened to their general chatter, responding to such words when addressed to him, blurting out the comments that occurred to him, he said, everything was accompanied by a sweet smile that hid from them his disinterest in what they were talking about. He was already used to keeping boring conversations with most of his thoughts elsewhere, but he would have a lot of trouble

if he gets up from the table to tell the questioner what topic is being discussed.

It was customary for Lady Dior to rest in her own bedroom for an hour towards the afternoon before skipping the next hour with her much-loved son. Miss Harrow, for reasons she often gives at length, never rests during the day, and cheerfully details some of the tasks that await her. The tasks range from fixing a broken toy for Luke to scribbling a large tear on a decoration in one of his clothes.

“How can I rip it off, I absolutely cannot expect it!” said.

“I don't even remember my clothes getting stuck on something, and I'm sure it's impossible to get stuck without knowing it, and I always carefully lifted my skirt when I climbed so as not to step on it because if I stepped on it, I might fall, which happened once, when I was a child and careless. And, I must have noticed that, because I'm sure I'm gonna get hurt. Oh yes, and speaking of wounds,” he added solemnly,

“i became confused as to how it could happen that a person could injure himself without the slightest memory of the incident! It seems to me very strange that such a thing could happen, because that person would think it would hurt if it did, but that's what happened. I remember correctly”

However, what she remembered was never known to Miss Dior because she chose to leave, and sought refuge in her reading room, with the intention of taking care of her reports. He did try hard to do it, but his progress was slow, because his mind was bouncing in an obnoxious way that made him lose patience with himself. Mr. Constantine's sour face and his sharp voice were still milling around so he constantly forgot the count in the middle of the counting column, and was forced to start adding again from the beginning. After he got three different results, he was so upset that he said in a completely disrespectful way,

"Oh, you son of a bitch, go! You don't have to think I like you because I don't! I hate you!” He concentrated again on his work, but ten minutes later, Mr. Constantine again bothered him, this time directly.

Anash walked into the room, carefully closing the door behind him, and told him that Lord Constantine had come, and begged kindness to talk to him. Miss Dior immediately experienced mixed feelings. He did not want to meet the man, but there was also no one else who wanted to meet him more than that man. He felt doubtful, and Anash said, with a denouncing tone of voice.

“Knowing you are busy, Miss Caroline, I informed her of this situation, and ventured to say that I doubt that you would be willing to accept a guest. But Mr. Constantine, Madam, is unfortunately not the one who understands that and behaves accordingly. Instead of leaving his business card to me and leaving, he wanted me to convey to you that he came to see you to talk about a very important matter. So, I agreed to do it, thinking that this might be Miss Cherry.”

“Yes, definitely it is, of course,” said Miss Dior, with her usual calm demeanor. “I'll see him soon.”

Anash told her in a more reproachful manner, saying that he was forced to leave Mr. Constantine in the vestibule. Gaining a surprised look from Miss Dior, Anash explains this strange deviation by saying.

“I just, Miss Caroline, was about to drive her to the living room because I wish I didn't have to tell you when she stopped me by questioning me with ... very frankly whether there is a possibility that she will meet Miss Harrow there.”

Anash paused for a while, slightly trembling, teasing the calmness of his trained face, which Miss Dior had no trouble understanding as a sense of held-back sympathy towards a fellow man faced with the possibility of meeting his chatty cousin. Anash continued calmly, “I was forced to tell her, Miss Caroline, that I believe Miss Harrow is busy with sewing work there. That's why he wanted me to deliver his message to you, and say he'll be waiting for your answer in the front room. What do you want me to tell him, Madam?”

“Well, I'm very busy, but maybe you're right to think he's come to confer with me on some affairs related to Miss Cherry,” Miss Dior replied.

“I think I should meet him. Please bring him here.” Anash bowed and retreated, reappearing a moment later to escort Mr. Constantine into the room. Miss Dior got up from the chair behind her desk, and walked over, reaching out with a hand

eyebrows slightly raised. Nothing in his mannerisms or voice could give even the most thorough observer reason to suspect his pulse was throbbing faster, and he strangely felt asphyxiation.

“Have you come to give me some more orders about the way I treat Cherry? Should I ask your permission before allowing the girl to spend the whole day with the Stinchcombe family? If that is the reason, I sincerely apologize to you, and must convince you immediately, Mrs Cheltenham has promised to ensure her return here safely!”

“Not, My Sweet Bee,” she denied, “that's not the reason. I don't want to meet him, and I don't care a bit about his whereabouts right now, so don't get mad, I beg.” Mr. Constantine shook hands with Miss Dior as she spoke, and continued to hold her hand with a firm grasp for a moment, while her sharp eyes scanned Miss Dior's face. His two eyes narrowed as he stared, and he said quickly, “Did I hurt your heart this morning? I didn't mean that. It was an inappropriate tongue mistake. Don't mind that.”

Miss Dior withdrew her hand, saying as calmly as possible.

“For God's sake, no! I have too much wisdom to hurt because of the rude things you said.”

“I also hope so,” he said. “If my tongue is innocent, what has happened that has made you uninspired?”

“What makes you think I'm discouraged, Mr Constantine?” asked Miss Dior, with a clear amused feeling, while sitting down and inviting the man with a slight gesture to come sit down.

Mr. Constantine ignored this and stood still looking at Miss Dior so snuffling that Miss Dior found it puzzling. After a moment of silence, Mr. Constantine said.

“I can't say that. Simply said that I know something or someone has made you uninspired.”

“Yeah, you're mistaken,” he said. “I'm not discouraged, but I admit I feel a bit angry about not being able to match my bad report.”

Mr. Constantine flashed a rarely seen smile. “Let me see if I can do it.”

“Of course not! That means I admit defeat! I hope you're willing to sit down and tell me what caused you to come here.”

“First, to tell you I will return to Paris tomorrow,” he replied.

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Love Lightning Old VirginXLVII CHAPTER

Love Lightning Old Virgin
XLVII CHAPTER