1455: C1455 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1383

C1455 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1383

0Edward shifted his gaze to her. He leaned against the windowsill and let the rain fall onto his dark jacket. "Is there anything you need to tell me?"

She was surprised for a moment and opened her mouth wanting to say no, but when she saw his gloomy expression, she was unable to say anything. "For the past few days, she has been acting as teacher for our flower arrangement class."

He walked up to her, then bent down and took her hand, wrapping it around her soft palm, as if encouraging her to go on.

"It's nothing, I just thought that even if I became Emily, we could still be friends if we could, but I was too naive."

Edward looked at her deeply. He could see the anger and pain in her eyes. If she really didn't care, then how could she have such clear emotions?

After a long while, he let go of her hand and was grabbed again in a split-second, "Where are you going? "Don't you believe me?"

He smiled and said, "The tea has turned cold. Gentlemen are not allowed to have such a thing happen."

Gently untying her hand, he got up and carried the tea set into the kitchen, where there was a brief clinking of plates and cups.

"Edward." Ding Yiyi felt her mouth go dry. She went forward and hugged his waist, pressing her head against his back. "I'm sorry, it made you feel bad."

Edward gently untied her arms and felt her uneasiness. He quickly turned around and hugged her gently. He said softly, "Idiot, I'm glad that you're willing to share your troubles with me."

He led her back to the living room, but deliberately let her sit with her back to the window, which was half hidden by the potted plants.

"Don't you like drawing at this time of day?" He picked up a thick book on photography from the shelf and sat down in the same place where he read every day.

Ding Yiyi saw that his expression was aloof and did not seem any different than before. The page numbers moved happily on his slender fingers, emitting a crisp sound.

She took a gray colored pencil from the box and began to paint on the drawing board. Time passed quickly, and the only thing in the room besides the sound of the wind and rain was the sound of the pencil drawing on the paper, the sound of the pages being opened.

At some point, the sound of pencils drawing on paper had disappeared. She quietly looked at the painting in front of her. In the flower basket, there was a bunch of purplish-red sunflowers that shone brilliantly.

She recognized the sunflower, the first one he had pricked from the ridge of the field. It had two stems, one with three sunflowers, the other with two sunflowers, and they were so brightly colored that they looked like the brightest saris an Indian girl could wear when she was married.

She did not realize that the sound of pages flipping had also disappeared. The owner of the hand flipping the pages was now standing quietly behind her.

The sound of his footsteps was not soft, and he always carried himself with the air of an English gentleman, his head held high and his chest held high. The soles of his good shoes rapped on the red wood floor, playing a light rhythm of footsteps.

Finally, she came back to her senses and subconsciously searched for the person on the sofa. When her eyes came in contact with the imposing figure beside her, she subconsciously wanted to hide the painting.

She still covered it, but her heart thumped after covering it. Why did she cover it?

"Go down." Edward patted her shoulder lightly and said in a deep voice. His voice was very clear in the rain.

After saying that, he turned and walked back into the room, his back so straight that it was hard to read his emotions.

"Edward." Ding Yiyi whispered his name to herself as she stood up and followed his footsteps. After pacing back and forth at the tightly shut gate for a while, she finally left.

A moment later, a blue and white umbrella appeared in the rain. She looked indifferent.

Rain ran down his hair, then curling eyelashes, smooth skin, and a determined chin.

He didn't say anything, only looked down at her, his expression extremely focused. He had been looking at her this way all these years, without changing at all.

"What do you want?" She opened her mouth, but before she could finish, she was grabbed by the waist and shoved into the car.

The blue and white umbrella rolled twice on the ground and then fell to the side, alone, until the water splashes from the car lost the canopy.

"My God, do you know it's illegal for you to act like this? I can sue you." Ding Yiyi held onto the seat belt with both of her hands as the buildings around her flashed past her eyes.

Ye Nianmo was completely drenched. His black satin shirt was pressed tightly against the muscles in his hair. He combed back his drenched hair and drove the car with a focused expression.

Ding Yiyi was a bit annoyed that she went downstairs. She was even more upset that she didn't even bring her phone with her. She could only slow down her tone, "Take me back. Edward is waiting for me. He will be upset."

As she said this, she could clearly feel the car's speed increasing. A truck was approaching from the opposite direction, and she screamed as she hurriedly closed her eyes.

In the darkness, she could only feel her body slant to the left and then violently slam back into her original position.

"You madman! That's right, a madman. Alright, I don't want to live anymore, so hurry up and die together with me! " She was so angry that she spread out her limbs and looked at the road in front of her.

Even so, the man beside her didn't say anything. He just drove the car with a focused expression, while a faint smile appeared on his face.

The car drove all the way to the tallest building in London, the 95-story building, which had a hazy beauty in the rain, and looked up as if it had reached God's place of abode.

He got out of the car, went around to the other side of the door and opened the door for her. When the woman inside refused to come out, he bent down and carried her out.

"Just what do you want to do!?" Ding Yiyi was drenched from the rain. She struggled to get down, but the only thing she wanted to do was let her big, strong hands hug her tighter and tighter.

The two of them reached the 75th floor of the Broken Broken Building. When they came out of the glass door of the building, the strong wind and the heavy rain hit them head on.

From the 75th floor of the Shattered Building, a large London building loomed in and out of sight, like a mirage in a desert. However, the feeling of stepping on it and feeling the wind and rain was completely different.

Ye Nianmo led her outside until they were standing at the edge of the terrace.

"Ding Yiyi doesn't dare to go to such a high place, you can!" He took her hand and took another step outside. The wind and rain made them feel as if they were both on the verge of collapse.

"Ding Yiyi would never have agreed to another man's request, but you did." He continued, seeing that she was trying to escape, he reached out and grabbed her by the shoulder.

"Ding Yiyi used to have a lot of people she cared about. She had a hard time living, and you didn't."

He paused and then suddenly laughed. His tone became a lot higher, "Ding Yiyi would never have looked at me like that in the past, but you are."

As soon as his voice fell, a scorching hot kiss filled with the flavor of wind and rain fell. That kiss was very urgent, and carried ruthlessness and decisiveness.

Soft and soft pressed against each other, her incredulous eyes were in stark contrast to his arrogant expression.

She wanted to beg for it, she wanted to shout out, and if possible, she would mercilessly slap him. Just as she was about to do this, a pair of arms tightly hugged her.

Edward's hug was as gentle and relaxing as a family member who had lived for decades. On the other hand, the person in front of him was extremely overbearing, as if thinking in his hug was impossible.

Finally, he let go of her and saw her tears. "You bastard!"

He racked his brains for a lot of words. He wished he could use all the bad words he knew on him, but he remained indifferent.

"I love you." Suddenly, he whispered.

The storm was too heavy, and she was in a ruckus again. Those three words were like smoke and clouds. Although they could be heard, they were not heard clearly.

"What did you say? Don't even think about saying that I'll forgive you if you apologize now!" Ding Yiyi wiped away the rain and tears on her cheeks.

He smiled, bent over to level with her, and his voice became clear and powerful through the wind and rain. "I said! Emily, I love you! "

Ding Yiyi was stunned. She slowed down when she was wiping away the rain on her head. Her heart started beating uncontrollably as she subconsciously covered her chest.

After a long while, she gritted her teeth and said to him, "You bastard!"

She turned to leave, her chest heaving up and down as if to calm her anger. When her wrist was grabbed again, she exploded.

"You said you loved me? How many times have you seen me? Do you know what I've been doing for the past six months? " She was breathing heavily, the water flowing into her eyes made her eyes turn red, she felt like crying, so she gritted her teeth to hold it back, and continued: "You said that you love me, but in truth, the one you love is Ding Yiyi! I don't want to be her double! "

He walked in front of her and forced himself to hold her head. Their eyes met, and they could see their own reflection in each other's eyes.

"There are a lot of people in the world who have lived their whole lives, but they don't understand love. They live their lives, and time may make you fall in love with someone, but time can never be the standard that you fall in love with someone." He moved closer and rested his cold forehead against hers.1

"Emily, you move my heart." His deep voice rang out, this time without interference, because the rain had stopped.

Large black clouds still gathered in the sky, so dense that it seemed as if it could fall down at any moment. The air was filled with the smell of water droplets.

A ray of sunlight shone through the clouds, illuminating the distance. Then, a second ray of sunlight, a third ray of sunlight, and warmth returned to the earth.

Ding Yiyi shivered as she didn't know what to do. She looked away and realized that someone was coming up to the observation deck. She ran for the door without caring about anything else.

He returned home in a sorry state, but the blue and white umbrella was still lying by his side with mud splashing on it.

She casually placed the umbrella at the door, then pushed it open and softly said, "I'm back."

The room was quiet and quiet. On the drawing board, she was still unfinished. By the fire, Edward was flipping open his book with the cover on the back.

"Edward?" She walked towards the corridor. Edward's room was only ajar. It was tidily tidied up, but he wasn't there.

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