Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 153 Jack [Extra] My Heart for Yours (6)

It is said that the eldest daughter of the Dai'er family ran away with most of the family property. I pressed my temple with a slight headache, and reluctantly agreed to her father's request for me to help find her.

Emily Dale.

She is the only daughter of the Dai family.

I am so petted that I am afraid that I will melt if I hold it in my mouth, and I am afraid that it will fall if I hold it in my hand.

The noble banquet will be held in three days. The organizer of the banquet asked me to go to the street flower shop to buy [-] red roses that night.

I have to order roses first, although these trivial things are not what I should do as a young master, this is to belittle my identity.

I should have arranged for the butler to do it, but I suddenly wanted to take her to the streets of London to see. Helena has been busy taking care of the black swan these days, and asked me to try to hug it.

It has countless bacteria and dirt all over its body. I am a noble person and I don't want to touch this kind of animal. Moreover, it is my enemy.

I deliberately chose to go out at dusk.

Holding Helena's hand and sitting in my exclusive carriage, rolled up the curtains, she leaned against the window curiously, looking at the outside world.

I can understand this kind of behavior. After all, she is a girl from the slums, and she must have never seen the streets of nobles.

The identities of the nobles and the poor are very different, and their noble status makes them greedily exploit the poor.

Identity is just like a label on the body, but it is enough to throw people from heaven directly to hell.

Although I love the dirty dealings of the colonies, I am kind to the local poor.

I often donate some of my wealth to the poor. You may say that I am hypocritical, but you cannot deny that I have saved the desperate lives of many poor people.

Evil capitalists you might say.

But in this dark age, if you don't, you will end up with a bleak death.

No one can change the morals of the world, only the morals of the world can change people.

The light at dusk is always soft, just like a gentle wind, gently blowing across your face, stray cats are napping on the new wall, and the water vapor is lingering in the air.

The shadows of the trees are whirling, the wind blows the leaves and makes a rustling sound, there are also wandering artists playing guitars and singing unknown songs on the street, and there are all kinds of graffiti on the walls.

All kinds of people paced gracefully on the street, greeted politely when they met acquaintances, and started talking.

The carriage stopped, and I naturally took Helena's hand, her hand was soft.

When her hand was pulled up by me, she was a little dazed, and then quickly reacted and smiled at me.

good mood.

After asking all the flower shops I was familiar with on the street, I found that I could only get [-] fresh red roses at that time, and there were still [-] fresh red roses short.

A sense of irritability arises spontaneously in my heart.

"And five hundred roses."

I frowned in displeasure. I even thought about arranging for the servants to go to Queen Mary's garden to gather [-] roses on the night of the banquet, although it was a bit immoral to do so.

"Jack, there's a flower shop over there."

Helena's voice brought back my wandering thoughts, and her hand tugged at the corner of my clothes, looking a little cute.

Her dark blue eyes seemed to be as clear as stars and the sea, I seemed to understand, my father said that when he saw his mother's eyes, he couldn't move his eyes away.

That's what it feels like.

She let go of the hand that was pulling the corner of my clothes, and pointed to the flower shop at the end of the street, and my eyes followed the direction she pointed. There was a flower shop that was right, probably newly opened.

I nodded, and I had no choice but to go to the flower shop. Holding her hand, I walked through the streets of London at dusk, and suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction.

Arrived at the door of the store.

A girl with long blond hair was fiddling with the flowers on the flower stand. Her movements were a bit clumsy. When the mud on the flowers stuck to her, she would frantically rinse her with water, her pretty brows wrinkled.

When looking at these flowers, her crimson eyes were full of entanglements, she covered her nose and poured something into the flower pot.

Wearing a goose yellow dress, when she turned around holding a potted plant, the skirt twirled like a blooming flower. Her face was fair and clean, and her eyes were as pure as Helena's.

The long golden hair was neatly tied up with a blue ribbon, and the halo of yellow gave her a soft color.

Seeing someone coming, a sweet smile appeared on his face.

"welcome."

I explained my purpose of coming here concisely, while Helena went to look at the flowers on the flower stand. When Helena saw the flowers on the flower stand, her eyes seemed to twinkle like stars. of.

"Five hundred roses? Come to pick them up the night after tomorrow? No problem, sir. Is that girl your girlfriend? Is it for her?"

She looked curiously at Helena who was looking at the flowers.

"I'm his sister!"

Helena responded to her before I could speak. Although I felt a little uncomfortable hearing this sentence in my heart, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with my identity with her.

I paid my deposit first, and she smiled and said in a signature tone that she welcomes you next time.

"Flowers that grow in the greenhouse will die quickly if they grow outside."

My voice was indifferent and lazy. When she heard my words, the smile on the corner of her mouth had already froze, and her crimson pupils shrank suddenly.

"The canary that has been trapped in the cage longs for freedom, but when it is free, it will continue to stay in the cage, because it has already lost the ability to survive in the outside world."

I glanced at her arrogantly, I don't have much affection for this kind of wayward rich lady.

They were born with a golden key in their mouth.

Unaware of the dangers of the world, the willful disobedient family fled to find the kind of free life they longed for. They never understood that they could not survive independently.

They felt nothing like Helena to me.

The freedom they want is narrowly defined, and they want to do what they want in a space where no one manages.

And Helena's freedom is that kind of unfettered state everywhere, I don't know if it should be said that she has a big heart.

"Miss Emily Dale, your father is looking for you, you should go home."

I politely gave a gentleman's salute, pulled Helena who was looking at the flowers with great interest, and left.

When Helena looked at me, there was admiration in her eyes, "How do you know that she is Miss Emily Dale?"

I tapped her on the head.

"You should pay attention to the details. Through the details, you can find that she is not like a businessman at all, but a delicate young lady."

Also, plus her father once said to me.

Her eyes are crimson.

Crimson, very rare.

Like my scarlet eyes, it was considered a bad omen.

(End of this chapter)