Always in Love with You

A servant led Polly to the castle, which looked ancient, serious and magnificent. It was said that it was the home of a British aristocratic friend of Bruce.

She was nervous. When Lucy sent her to the airport, she received a call from assistant. They said that Jean had to leave an hour in advance to fly to England, so they were late.

His bedroom was located in the third room on the east side of the second floor, facing the garden. According to the servant's introduction, he should be on the balcony at this time.

The sun was beaming and the breeze blew through the clean glass window. The tassels on the window were swinging. Standing on the light and graceful drapes of the tent, they looked at each other and enjoyed the afternoon leisurely when they were having coffee, which was in Bruce's hand.

This was what Polly imagined. At this moment, Jean was probably flirting with Bruce. She secretly told the servant not to disturb anyone in the room. She had made up her mind to take a look from a distance and leave as soon as possible if there was nothing wrong with Bruce.

But Lucy was right. Everyone should have a clear estimation of himself.

She was not confident, not at all.

A servant brought her to the garden and stopped at the window of Bruce's bedroom. She dared not get too close, nor dare she walk to the opposite side at once, because she was afraid of being seen by Bruce.

noble people closest to the upper class had good personal education. After

of the ancient castle, showing the elegant and noble temperament. Polly walked along the path that the gardeners usually walked on. She carefully avoided the sharp thorns

around and didn't see anyone on the balcony. She guessed that they were not in the right position, so she walked to the middle and

balcony. The windows were all closed and the curtain was drawn so that she couldn't see the scene inside. The hot sunlight burned her hot skin, and the sweat on her forehead gathered into beads and flowed down her cheek. The hair

hot day, waves of ice like coldness pierced her

secretive? After the dangerous experience, he didn't want to hide his true

think about it any more. The sunlight reflected on the white eaves, which made her as bright as the snow. She

give up in front of the reality. 'when I remember things, I can comfort myself. Now I'm

like this. She was born rebellious and didn't

stone, which slipped and shook uncontrollably. She instinctively reached out to the rose branches around her, in order to stabilize herself. There was a sharp pain in her palm, and she laughed at herself. She

looked down at the bloody palm

constantly replayed the scenes of the two of them in her mind. The moment she got off

carefully. She had suffered a lot. Why