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.
The servants were confused about her cautiousness. However, these non noble people closest to the upper class had good
personal education. After sending her to her destination, he left without asking her anything.
The garden was large. In the middle of the garden, there was a large area of red roses, which was very suitable for the
construction 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 on the stem and trudged through the rose bushes.
She looked 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 went straight to the balcony.
She was sure that there was no one on the 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 at her temples was wet, and clung to her skin.
In such a hot day, waves of ice like coldness pierced her temples.
He closed the window and drew the curtain in the daytime. Why did the man in the room need to be so secretive? After the
dangerous experience, he didn't want to hide his true feelings any more. His feelings towards Jean were like fire. He didn't want
to suppress it anymore.
She couldn't think about it any more. The sunlight reflected on the white eaves, which made her as bright as the snow. She felt
dizzy and powerless as if she was sweating too much.
But if she came for nothing, she could give up in front of the reality. 'when I remember things, I can comfort myself. Now I'm here.
Although things didn't turn out as I expected, I've tried my best.
If Lucy asked when she got back, she could answer like this. She was born rebellious and didn't satisfy her status. But she was
not that kind of person.
She stepped on a 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 forgot that rose was thorny.
It was because of the sudden pain that made her mind a little sober. She looked down at the bloody palm and drew out two
spikes that had intruded into the flesh.
She had been highly nervous since she had boarded the plane yesterday. She hadn't eaten or drunk anything for several hours.
The movie constantly replayed the scenes of the two of them in her mind. The moment she got off the plane, she was
exhausted. She felt her first foot on the land of a foreign country was soft.
She thought about it carefully. She had suffered a lot. Why did she come all the way here?
She wanted to find out what was going on with Bruce. He should have been in JC Island. Why did he come here? Since he was
fine, why didn't he call her? Why didn't he answer her phone when she called him? What did he mean by staying abroad?
The answer to these questions was what she urgently wanted to know. These had nothing to do with Jean and whom he chose
to be with.
She couldn't go back without seeing him first. Even if the answer was to embarrass her, she had to find it out.

Just like her hand which was bleeding now, it would not stay in this state forever. The blood would condense, the wound would
scab and the scars would fade away one day.
When Owen had left, she had thought that she couldn't live anymore, but eventually she had come. In the journey of time, as
long as life is alive, there will be countless tomorrow in the future.
Her cell phone rang at that time, which brought her back to the reality. Now that her hand was covered with blood, she couldn't
take out her phone. She quickly took out a facial tissue, pulled two pieces of paper and wrapped her hand in it.
The call was from Lucy. She felt warm in her heart.
It was just that this woman was too impatient. She had only been here for a short time, but she had called to ask about the
situation. The problem was, she didn't know how to tell them now.