Noble Villa [Whistling]

Edgar felt keenly that he had become Hindley's target.This made Edgar feel a little dumbfounded, after all, it seemed that Catherine didn't like him at all.

Although Catherine was sitting across from Edgar, she was so absorbed in eating the food on her plate that she didn't even look up.Edgar thought he knew Catherine well. He knew that Catherine must be very reluctant, and was even forced to change into an inappropriate dress.

"We..." As soon as Edgar opened his mouth, Allah interrupted him.

"I think we can stay for a few more days. After all, it's still early before Christmas." Ala said to Hindley with a smile, then turned to face Edgar next to him, and asked, "Edgar, as a gentleman, we can't let such enthusiasm The owner is disappointed, right? Not to mention the beautiful scenery of Wuthering Heights."

Edgar originally wanted to refuse, but now that Allah has said so, it would be inappropriate to insist on leaving.As far as Edgar knew of Hindley, he was not a broad-minded man.The Thrushcross Villa is so far away, the two nobles will inevitably meet again in the future.

"Of course, if my friends want to stay for a few more days, I have no objection." Edgar responded quickly and said with a smile.

"Very well, don't feel embarrassed, Francis will take care of everything for you." Hindley nodded in satisfaction.

"Don't bother, we are very easy-going." Ara said without blushing at all.

Edgar looked at Ala in surprise. Unknowingly, Ala restrained all his sharpness and became a polite and amiable big boy next door.

Hindley also seems to be very satisfied with Allah, they started chatting, and chatting more and more happily.It didn't take long, and they seemed like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.Even Catherine liked Allah a little bit more, she raised her head curiously, and looked at this handsome man who came to her house.

Edgar felt that he was superfluous, and had a little bit of sadness that he didn't want to admit.He found that Ala was not joking, and that Ala had a strange magic power, which was enough to attract the person he wanted to attract.Edgar finished his dinner as usual, politely declined Hindley's invitation to a party, and went upstairs to rest alone.

In fact, Edgar knew very well that he couldn't sleep now, but he didn't want to continue pretending.He doesn't like such occasions, although he has been brought up and has been well adapted to participating in various ceremonial boring banquets.A large group of people stood together, not knowing what to say.

Edgar was lying on the bed. The small lamp beside the bed was on, but the light was not dazzling.Relying on the little light, Edgar stared at a portrait hanging in the middle of the room in a daze.It was a portrait of a noble lady. It was very old, and Edgar didn't know which generation of Mrs. Earnshaw she was, but she had a somewhat similar look to Catherine.

Hearing footsteps outside the door, Edgar hurriedly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

"Edgar," Allah called.

Edgar lay on the bed, motionless.

Ara smiled and moved a little closer.

Edgar was actually very nervous. He knew that such a naive behavior was ridiculous, as if he was angry with Allah.Alla's eyes were piercing, as if he had scored two holes in his shirt.Maintaining one movement for such a long time was uncomfortable, but Edgar gritted his teeth and persisted, even breathing lightly.

Ara did not leave, he approached slowly, covering the faint light of the small lamp beside the bed.A huge shadow shrouded Edgar's body, which was a bit strangely large, and surrounded Edgar like a hug.

"Why are you always so awkward?" Ala sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over, and said close to Edgar's earlobe with a smile.

Edgar never knew that his ears were such a sensitive place, and the tiny numb feeling spread all over his body in an instant, which was uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time.

Seemingly unable to pretend anymore, Edgar opened his eyes helplessly.