Sister, look at him!

Chapter 392 When the Rose Withers 15

Edwin didn't even laugh when he seemed to have thought of something and then he became depressed again. "No, Carol, you are my brother's fiancée now. We can't hang out together like before."

He didn't care, but he didn't want those so-called aristocrats and celebrities to point fingers at Carol.

"Why?" Carol didn't understand. "Even if I marry you in the future, we can still be good friends."

Edwin is about the same age as Carol. He has older brothers and older sisters. He has never been subject to any restrictions since he was a child. He just said those words because he felt they were not right.

Now after hearing what Carol said, he was also stunned. He was too stubborn.

He looked at Carol and couldn't help but say, "Carol, you are very different from when you first arrived in London."

When Carol first arrived in London, she was dull and wooden, with etiquette and upbringing ingrained in her bones. She was like a beautiful vase without a soul.

But now Carol has become lively.

It's like a re-injection of soul.

"I feel the same way." Carol frowned her delicate eyebrows, "but I don't know why."

She said something confusing, "I just think this is who I am."

Do whatever you want and act recklessly.

This is what she should be, she shouldn't be bound by rules and regulations.

"Right, right." Carol took out the poetry collection she had copied, "I copied some poetry, look."

The cursive handwriting on the brochure is as beautiful and elegant as its owner.

Carol read every word, and Edwin was very considerate and supportive.

The two sat side by side in the courtyard, basking in the afternoon sun. It seemed like a peaceful time, but it was unknown how long this situation could last.

Heavy footsteps came towards the two of them, and Zain returned with an unexpected look on his face.

When he saw Carol and Edwin sitting together intimately, Zane felt a little angry. But he quickly concealed it and said with a smile, "Honey, it's great that you are here."

Edwin inexplicably felt a little afraid to face Zane. He couldn't explain why, but he felt a little guilty.

Carol didn't have this worry. She had only two goals in mind: 1. Stay in London with Mrs. Perry. 2. Find out the truth about her parents' death.

She doesn't want to care what men think. Male competition exists in all races, and she can't control it.

"I came to see Edwin and invite him to the Opal Theater tonight." Carol said it directly without any hesitation.

Zain said with some regret, “I just decided on the flowers for the wedding, and I was planning to take you to see them.”

Flowers?

"What flowers?" Carol asked him.

Zain's eyes were filled with the satisfaction of having succeeded in his plan, "It's violet, a beautiful flower that's the same color as your eyes."

Carol doesn't like violets.

She lowered her eyes, and instead of refutation of Zain’s choice, she nodded and said, “Just make your decision.”

She had never taken this marriage seriously, Zain was just an opportunity for her to stay in London.

Edwin noticed the subtle atmosphere, but couldn't tell what was wrong. He touched his nose and took the initiative to say, "Brother, Carol, I'm going back to my room first."

Carol subconsciously looked up at the sky, and the warm sunshine just now was gone.

She thrust the book of poems she had copied at Edwin, "Take this."

Edwin kept it considerately, smiled at the two of them, and left.

Watching Edwin's back as he left, Zane took a step forward and moved closer to Carol. He bent down, took Carol's hand, and kissed it gently.

"Carol, I'm angry."

His tone was very calm, and there was no sign of anger from him.

Carol was puzzled. She was smiling just now, so why was she angry? She tilted her head and asked, "Why are you angry?"

Zane looked into Carol's eyes for a long time.

Those eyes were clean and clear, without any distracting thoughts, just doubts that welled up from the bottom of the heart.

why?

Zane wanted to yell at Carol like he was a subordinate and tell her why, but he couldn't.

He patiently explained to Carol.

"You know, Hilda and Mrs. Perry wanted you two to be together."

"So what?" Carol was confused.

Only they knew about this. Neither Mrs. Perry nor Hilda had told anyone about it. Even Carol only realized it after Mrs. Perry reminded her. Edwin probably didn't know about this at all.

How can outsiders know something that even the parties involved don’t know?

Carol felt that she had found what made Zane angry, and then she comforted him, “Are you afraid that others will speculate about the relationship between the three of us? Don’t worry, Edwin and I are just friends, and Dr. Charles can testify to that.”

Zane: “?”

He was so angry that he laughed. Did Carol really not know or was she pretending not to know?

His attitude also became a little colder, and he simply said, "We are getting married next month, Carol, I am not happy that you came to see Edwin."

Is this... being restricted from making friends?

Carol wanted to refute him, but then she thought that if she refuted him, they might not get married. This was a small matter, she was afraid that Zane would vent his anger on Mrs. Perry.

"I understand." Carol's attitude softened, and she once again became what Edwin called "a beautiful vase without a soul."

Zane was very satisfied with Carol's attitude, and he returned to his soft and gentle manner, "Tonight's play..."

Carol was silent for a moment, "Tell Edwin that I'm not going."

Zane was more than satisfied.

He considerately helped Carol to straighten the wrinkles on her sleeves, "It's getting late, I'll take you home."

"No need, George is still waiting at the door." Carol was already annoyed with him, but she couldn't ignore him because of her status.

Zain didn’t force it, he just walked her to the door.

Returning to Mrs. Perry's house, Carol thought it was funny. She had no friends in London to begin with, so how could she give up a like-minded friend just like that?

At six o'clock in the afternoon, a low-key carriage stopped at the back door of Mrs. Perry's house. Carol, wearing a dark green dress, was helped into the carriage by Edwin.

Macbeth is a tragedy, and Carol just happens to prefer tragedies.

When the last scene ended, Carol was still a little dazed.

It was only when Edwin gently pulled her arm that she came out of that world.

"Come on, I'll take you home." Edwin said softly.

Carol moved her stiff neck, said "hmm", put her hand on Edwin's hand, stood up, and walked out of the theater with him.

I don't know when it started raining outside.

It was raining heavily and many people were trapped in the theater.

Edwin's inherent gentlemanly demeanor made him subconsciously want to take off his coat and put it on Carol.

Carol rejected him and quipped, "Put it on, dear little Mr. Capet, your body is not as good as mine."

Edwin had no choice but to put back the half-taken clothes. He smiled helplessly and pretended to complain, "Oh my God, why is there no gentleman willing to put on his warm coat for me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a coat was handed over.

Edwin and Carol were both stunned. They looked in the direction of the big hand and saw Timothy with a smile on his face.

"Okay, okay." Edwin had no choice but to take Timothy's coat and put it on Carol considerately, "Give it to the only lady here."