Chapter 105 Dating and Disputes
When Winfres Morgan finished her busy day's surgery and walked into Little Anna's ward under the light of the setting sun.
He saw his daughter holding a soft stuffed doll with thick golden hair like a fairy tale Rapunzel girl. The exquisite music box on the bedside table was playing brisk and comfortable music. Snow white princess with crown falls asleep.
He looked at the female caregiver sitting next to him with questioning eyes. The other person did not speak, but mouthed a name - John Watson.
"It turns out it's John... who actually means something."
Winfrey nodded slightly. He did not wake up his daughter who rarely enjoyed a sweet dream. He just put the cake next to him and sat quietly on the seat next to the bedside, looking dotingly at her daughter who seemed to be sleeping with a smile on her face. Anna.
He smiled softly.
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Watson purposely left before Winfres arrived, just to avoid meeting him directly... to make his flattery seem less deliberate.
Sometimes giving gifts and favors does not necessarily require a direct meeting with the person involved. Some sincerity may be conveyed by the other person's relatives, which may achieve better results...for example, through the other person's only family member, little Anna.
Now, all he has to do is wait for tomorrow night's appointment, where Winfreth's disciple Clovet will witness the conflict between himself and Holmes, and pass the news of his imprisonment to the inside of the other cult.
Let Winfrey, who was already touched by little Anna, find this suitable opportunity in time to rescue John, who was suffering from injustice in prison, and let his magnificent and bright salvation image be deeply painted in the heart of this retired officer. .
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At noon, Crowett woke up in the staff dormitory behind Cross Road Hospital.
Today is her day off, and the other church members have already started working in the hospital. At this moment, she is the only one in the entire dormitory building.
Clovette was humming a relaxing song while changing and washing herself. She was both excited and worried when thinking about her date in the evening.
What should I wear and which skirt is better?
Does the Holborn restaurant serve French food? Will it taste bad?
I have never been to such a high-end restaurant as a customer. Am I making a mistake? What is the etiquette of French food?
Clovette looked at herself in the mirror, who looked a little pale from cooking the ritual materials all night long, and wondered if she should put on some rouge?
But I heard from my mother that upper-class ladies never wear white clothes, nor do they apply red rouge... Upper-class ladies' skin must be as white and bright as natural ivory, and only those women with a bad background will apply red rouge. .
Sigh... If only my mother were still alive, I could ask her what a girl should pay attention to when dating a gentleman... But there is always something wrong with dressing up beautifully, right?
With this thought in mind, Crowett opened the drawer and took out a bottle of extracted nectar to drink. Then she silently recited the secret scriptures of the heart. The heart state lodged in her soul body squeezed out a faint vitality from her stomach, and surged into her. face, making the complexion naturally bright, rosy and shiny.
She then took out the relics left by her mother from the large wooden box under the bed, which contained a beautiful bright yellow satin dress. In the past, her mother would only wear this beautiful skirt on important occasions.
I loved this skirt when I was a child, and always dreamed of wearing it when I grew up... But since my mother passed away, I haven't worn it for a long time.
"Well, let's wear this skirt today, and let mom accompany me on a date, and let's go see high-society restaurants together."
Clovette put on a new pair of leather high-soled shoes and stepped onto the cab to Holborn Restaurant.
When the carriage stopped, she stood at the door looking at the magnificent restaurant, looking at the gentlemen and ladies walking in and out arm in arm, and unconsciously sighed in her heart: "Wow, they are so beautifully dressed! This place It’s so beautiful! It turns out this store is so beautiful when it’s open during the day, but it’s much prettier than when they close at night.”
The waiter in front of the door noticed this lady who was wearing thin and rustic clothes but had a pretty face and was very friendly, and asked:
"Sorry ma'am, do you have an appointment? What's your name?"
"Oh yes, my name is Crowette."
A doorman in a smart suit, or maybe a waiter? After hearing her words, he immediately raised his head and smiled kindly.
"It turns out to be Miss Crowitt. Mr. Watson has been waiting for you inside for a long time. Please follow me this way... Please be careful of the steps you step on."
Crowett walked into the restaurant. Her thin bright yellow satin dress seemed to sparkle under the candlelight of the restaurant. The hem of the skirt shone with sparkling waves as she moved... She seemed to be even more beautiful than her mother. She is half a head taller, and when she walks around, she accidentally exposes half of her fair calves.
She followed the waiter's guidance and soon saw Mr. John waiting at the lobby seat.
"Mr. John, I'm sorry for the long wait."
Mr. John didn't look anxious at all. Instead, he showed a delighted smile, immediately stood up and pulled out the seat for her, and said, "It doesn't matter, being late is the privilege of a beautiful lady."
Hee hee hee, Mr. John is really a gentleman. Crovette wanted to laugh happily again, but she remembered that her mother said that upper-class ladies would not laugh casually, so she pursed her lips tightly. , a restrained smile crept up the corner of his mouth, and he just nodded slightly and said: "Thank you, Mr. John."
After the two sat down, Mr. John snapped his fingers skillfully, and the waiter immediately brought the white wine that had been sobered in advance.
Mr. John declined the waiter's kindness and insisted on getting up to pour her lemon-colored sherry... Well, it tasted really good and sweet.
The wine is intoxicating, and after a few glasses of pre-dinner wine, Clovette's pretty face is stained with a beautiful blush, and even the smile leaking out of her eyes seems to be intoxicating.
As foie gras mousse - crispy onion soup - smoked fish and aged steak - cheese desserts were put on the table and then left one after another, the glasses of whiskey and spirits after the meal were filled, Crowitt and Mr. John were about to This pleasant dinner ended with laughter.
While they were having a heated discussion, a man and a woman walked into the restaurant, which caused a lot of discussion among the surrounding diners.
The lady is noble and cool, the man is heroic and majestic, they seem to be a perfect pair.
Clovette was leaning against the door and did not witness this scene, but she keenly caught Mr. John's expression dimming in an instant, and a trace of embarrassment and discomfort flashed between his brows.
She also turned around and looked at the other person's eyes, and saw the female detective Sherlock Holmes, who had recently become famous in London, and the new assistant beside the other person who took Mr. John's place.
Her laughter seemed to have stalled.
The female detective didn't seem to notice them at all, walking silently past their table without even looking at them, ignoring them as if they were ignoring the weeds and sand on the street.
On the other hand, the young and energetic assistant looked at Mr. John's gloomy face and the cane placed beside the chair with a look of disdain, and even uttered words that sounded like tsk in his mouth, disdainfully. Shaked his head.
Crowett saw that Mr. John's fists holding the knife and fork had been clenched tightly, the joints between the fingers were a little white due to excessive force, and the face that was a little red due to alcohol had ferocious veins... Mr. John wouldn't do anything stupid in public, right?
She wanted to put her hand on Mr. John's fist to soothe his restless heart...but her sister's voice rang in her head for a long time, "Let go and let him do it boldly!"
Crowett didn't understand what her sister meant, "Why? In front of so many people... If Mr. John really acts recklessly here, he will definitely be arrested and imprisoned for Scotland Yard. Then wouldn't we be short of him in the future?" A church member?"
"Are you really such an idiot, or are you just pretending to be stupid? Don't you understand that Mr. Winfrey doesn't really believe this cripple? He was once the assistant of that bitch detective, and he once worked with that bitch detective to destroy The Blade Order some time ago... If you really want this damn cripple to join the order, you should let him go now and encourage him to fight that bitch's assistant head-on!"
My sister continued to chatter in her mind, "The more fierce and brutal they fight, the more exciting it will be... No, the more it proves that this damn cripple has completely severed contact with the bitch detective. If the bitch then uses her connections to kill her, It would be even more interesting if the cripple gets a severe sentence.”
Crowitt shouted in his heart displeasedly: "Sister, why did you call Mr. John a cripple? Mr. John is my new best friend. I don't allow you, sister, to say that to him!"
"Farke - is this the fucking point?! The point is to let them fight!!! The harder and harder the fight is, the more it proves that lame John has no second thoughts, so that Mr. Winfrey can Bring him into the cult!"
My sister's voice was both irritable and helpless, "Ahhhhhhhh, I'm so angry!!! Why can't you understand such a simple thing? Why is it you, the fool, who is controlling our bodies? Mr. Winfrey? When can we be separated?"
"But I think you are wrong, sister. Mr. John does not seem to be such a reckless person...he is a true gentleman."
"I...you...oh, I'm really convinced, I have nothing to say...you'd better hand over the control of your body to me, and I'll do it myself."
"No, sister, Mr. Winfrey has specifically told me that unless he is present or encounters an emergency, I cannot give my body to you to control...Sister, you have both a cup and a moth. , if it is not controlled, it will definitely cause chaos everywhere, causing chaos and causing unnecessary trouble for the sect. "
"..."
Her sister was silent and silent, but Crowett still hadn't chatted with her for a long time. Since her mother passed away, her sister had become more and more aggressive and fond of swearing... But she knew in her heart that her sister was her. My only relative in this world.
"Sister, sister, why don't you speak? Did Clovette say something wrong? Don't be sad and just smile...Why don't you like to laugh, sister? There are obviously so many interesting things in this world. "
"Smile, smile, laugh your ass off! You know how to smile silly there all day long, I feel ashamed for you!!! Also, don't trust Winfrey so much, he is not a good person either He just wants to use the two of us for experiments. And the damn cripple opposite you must have evil intentions. Although I don’t think it’s because of our beauty, he must have something to do with inviting us to dinner today. Other intentions——"
"I can feel the madness hidden under that false smile... John Watson, this guy might be scarier than Winfrey!"
"Scared?! No, I think Mr. John is quite kind and a gentleman. I heard little Anna say before that Mr. John is also very loving... Sister, are you wrong? Is that little mothlike appearance there again? Are you talking nonsense?"
However, after my sister said this, she really never made a sound again... Well, maybe she was too tired from work last night, so my sister went back to sleep.
The conversation between Crowett and her sister actually only took a few seconds. When she looked up, she saw that Mr. John was already taking a deep breath to calm down... Obviously Mr. John is a very kind gentleman, and he is not from the cult. Among those big guys in there who also train as swordsmen and then only think about fighting, why does my sister say that Mr. John is scary?
"I'm sorry, Miss Crowitt, I was a little out of control just now. Let's continue the topic... Miss Crowitt, you said that when you were a child, you lived in a single-parent family. Your mother must have had a hard time, right?"
"Yes, in order to support us, my mother had to work several jobs every day. She would go out early in the morning to work in the factory. When she came back in the afternoon, she would wash clothes for others. After preparing dinner, she would take a rest. , late at night, when everyone turned off the lights and rested, she would put on white and red performance makeup and strange costumes, saying that she was going to perform and dance in a bar, and asked me to stay at home alone and close the doors and windows. Stranger opens the door."
However, after hearing what he said, Mr. John frowned, "Crovitt, you said 'feed us'... but isn't your mother the only daughter?"
Only then did Clovette realize that she seemed to have said the wrong thing. It was because the wine was too expensive and too delicious. She couldn't bear to use her telekinesis to expel the excess alcohol.
"Yes, my mother only has one daughter, me, but she has to support both my mother and me... This is what I call us."
"Oh, I see. If I didn't know the situation, I almost thought you had a sister or brother in your family, Miss Crowvit?"
"Haha, no, no, mom only has me as a daughter." Crovette waved her hands with a sneer, but she was sweating in her heart... Phew, the secret was almost exposed.
"Miss Crovette's mother is really an extraordinary lady. She was able to raise Miss Crovette so well and so well all by herself -"
Before Mr. John finished speaking, a waiter carrying white mushroom milk soup suddenly stumbled and fell. The large basin of soup poured onto Mr. John's head, and the thick white liquid flowed along the hair. Silk drops fell on his expensive-looking suit... But Crowett could see clearly from the side that it was the female detective's assistant who stretched out her foot and tripped the waiter as she passed by!
"Oh, I'm so sorry. It's all because I was drunk - my legs and feet are not very flexible! I accidentally tripped the waiter, and let the basin of soup splash onto the gentleman's only side. I'm really sorry for the expensive suit. I'll pay for the soup and clothes."
The detective assistant said he was sorry, but the sarcasm contained in his words was clearly heard by Crowett. Although Mr. John looked funny with soup dripping on his head, she couldn't laugh. She felt that the fire of anger was burning in her heart... Maybe my sister was right, I should let her control my body!
Mr. John also noticed another meaning in the words of the detective assistant. He seemed to be unable to suppress the rage in his heart any longer, with protruding veins on his forehead.
He had already grasped the strong cane in his right hand, stood up suddenly, and waved it towards the pretentious detective assistant!
The author wants to speed up the plot but can't restrain the desire of the sea... I'm ready to officially join the secret sect, and I have to think about how to specifically express the rituals in the game.