Obsessed with Regressors

“I heard that Sir Misto was handsome before?”

 

“He looks good.”

 

She let out a groan at Julia’s reply, “Isn’t it obvious?” If Sir Misto was handsome, he was. She asked last.

 

“You were going to sit next to Sir Misto, right?”

 

Julia had tried to sit next to Sir Misto at a concert before. At her disbelief attitude, Julia smiled and said,

 

“Because he looks good.”

 

“My God, Julia!”

 

“Eugenie, Eugenie is so privileged that she doesn’t know how precious a handsome man is.”

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

She didn’t know what benefit she had been getting all of a sudden. When she was confused, Julia said with a sarcastic expression.

 

“Oliver is handsome too. And the Rencid hardness, well, that’s pretty good.”

 

“What?”

 

What was she talking about? Her jaw dropped at the nonsense, but Julia nailed it.

 

“The best is Count Burns. Did you know that person only smiles next to Eugenie?”

 

She didn’t know that. And it was also the information I didn’t want to know the most right now. Inside the carriage, which had turned cold, Julia had an expression that she had made a mistake. Elliot’s attitude was so different? She wanted to cry so she bit her lip.

 

“Maybe it’s my mistake, I don’t know.”

 

Only then did Julia begin to soothe her. But it’s not comforting at all. Elliot only laughed next to her? She hesitated, not knowing what to ask, then opened her mouth.

 

“When was that?”

 

“Rather than when…”

 

Julia’s face contorted, probably because it was a difficult question. She hesitated.

 

“Should I say that the impression is a little dark, or should I say that it is scary. That’s right. But it’s not like that next to Eugenie.”

 

“That’s because Count Burns’ hair is black. And since he’s tall…”

 

He looked a bit scary. Even so, if someone close to him was by his side, he would respond quickly and play pranks. She let out a sigh of relief, realizing that Julia’s words were an exaggeration on her part. She was surprised.

 

“The story of Count Burns is my mistake.”

 

Julia also meekly admitted her mistake. She let out a huge sigh and then returned to her original subject.

 

“Anyway, seeing Lauren made me think a lot. He must be in a lot of trouble right now.”

 

She saw her heart was still beating, but it had calmed down a lot. She nodded, focusing on Julia’s story.

 

“It’s good to think a lot. Especially Lauren.”

 

Since she suddenly said she would do her dressing room, I wished she had thought about it a bit more. But Julia seemed to think I trusted Lauren. she asked with a surprised expression.

 

“Did you think Lauren would fail?”

 

“A failure.”

 

She didn’t think so. She shrugged her shoulders and said.

 

“I wanted to give Lauren a chance to try. She doesn’t even consider it a failure.”

 

“But she said she spent quite a bit of Eugenie’s money on that cloth.”

 

It was. When she thought of the money she had lent Lauren, she suddenly wanted a cup of tea. For that money, you could get a decent dress. When she decided to lend it to Lauren, she figured that soon she would marry Awning and she wouldn’t need a nice dress. But if she broke off the engagement with Awning, she had to go to the marriage market again. She would need at least a few decent dresses. It hurted her to think so, but just as she had a chance to rethink Awning, Lauren needed a chance to avoid the future she wanted to avoid.

 

“It is, but.”

 

She looked out the window to see how far they had come. Oh, she wanted to drink tea. She was uncomfortable because she wasn’t used to talking about money like this. It’s hard to say that the Biscon were rich, but she lived without discomfort. Maybe it’s because she didn’t have that many things she wanted to have. Unlike Oliver and her mother, who had to buy new clothes and shoes every season, she was content with mending the clothes she wore last year. Oliver said it was because she had no desire for money, but it wasn’t really like that. Why couldn’t she have anything she wanted? It’s just that clothes and shoes were out of her interest.

 

“It seemed like that was what Lauren needed.”

 

“Is that it?”

 

At Julia’s question, she pondered for a moment on what to say.

 

“Someone’s interest. I wanted Lauren to feel like she had someone around who cared about her, just like you had Sir Escalé with me.”

 

She just felt sorry for Lauren. That she had no family, and that her guardians were trying to take advantage of her. She wanted to let her know that there were people in her world who didn’t take advantage of her and just helped her. If that meant giving up her nice dress, it would be very cheap.

 

“Wait a moment.”

 

She suddenly remembered Elliot. To be exact, the signet ring he gave her. He gave her a signet ring when they didn’t even know each other very well. And when she thought that there was no one on her side, when she was lonely, he asked her to remember it. What? She felt strange.

 

“What’s up?”

 

Julia asked why, so she raised her head with a frown. She forgot that Elliot did such a strange thing. She tried to tell Julia that Elliott gave her a signet ring, but she shut her mouth.

 

“My lady, we have arrived.”

 

Before she knew it, the carriage had arrived at a street with a large building. She checked the building that didn’t look like a house and double-checked with the driver that the address was correct.

 

“Yes. That’s right here. I think the address you gave me is here on the third floor.”

 

“The third floor?”

 

Not the entire building, but the third floor? When she was puzzled, the coachman explained.

 

“A house like this is a one-story house. Perhaps the person you visited lives on the third floor of this building.”

 

You live like that… It was a little strange. Come to think of it, Rachel lived in a room in a small building. She tilted her head and asked.

 

“Where is the stable?”

 

When visiting another house, the carriage was left in the backyard of that house. If the place was not suitable, the wagon was returned. There was no backyard here, just a bunch of buildings. The other buildings around it weren’t much different either. Then where was the stable? The coachman scratched the back of his head at her question and said,

 

“I think I will have to go back and come back. Or I’ll be circling around here.”

 

It seemed there was no stable. She took a coin out of her pocket and handed it to the coachman.

 

“Let’s have a cup of tea.”

 

She didn’t think it would take that long. She was not trying to meet the writer and talk about something great. Julia saw the coachman taking the coin she had given him and leaving excitedly.

 

“You know we’re going to drink beer with that money, right?”

 

“I can’t ask you to drink.”

 

She heard that many coachmen drink beer while on duty. She could turn a blind eye to a drink or two, but if she drank too much, she had no choice but to fire him. Even the coachman knew that. She shrugged and turned around.

 

“He must be very rich.”

 

Julia whispered as they entered the building. Did they call such a building a flat? She handed her business card to the manager and said she wanted to go to the third floor.

 

“Why?”

 

After receiving her business card, the manager quickly directed us toward a strange-looking door. Julia said, pointing to the door in front of them.

 

“There is an elevator.”

 

“This?”

 

She read an article about installing an elevator in a new building being built these days. It was said that it was not a staircase, but a long aisle going up and down to drop the person on board to the desired floor. She was startled by the small but heavy sound and looked up, and the manager was opening the door before she knew it. When she opened the wooden door, she saw a door with iron bars again. It wasn’t until the manager opened the barbed wire door that she checked the space that seemed to be full when three people boarded it.

 

“Are you riding this?”

 

“Yes. It’s safe.”

 

It was a question to Julia, but the manager seemed to think it was a question to himself. When she added that it was safe, it made her feel even more anxious. She looked at Julia and she nodded her head in agreement. If so, the manager said as she carefully entered the elevator.

 

“When you arrive, just pull that handle.”

 

What to do? The bars closed as she frantically searched for the handle.

 

“Is it really safe?”

 

After she closed the wooden door, she whispered to Julia. If she had seen her mother she would have been stunned how she could ride so fearlessly she would.

 

“I’ve ridden it a few times.”

 

As soon as Julia answered, the elevator started moving. Oh my god. She had to grab Julia’s hand to keep from screaming at the sensation of the elevator itself floating upwards. From the side,she saw Julia looking at her with an amused expression. Ugh, she felt like she was fifty years old.

 

The elevator stopped with a heavy thud again.

 

Handle. She was asked to pull the handle. Remembering the manager’s words, she opened the barbed wire door. Soon after, Julia opened the wooden door and saw a small hall in front of her.

 

“If this is the case, I think it would be better to just walk up.”

 

Julia, who got off the elevator, said as if she was dumbfounded. It’s definitely slow, so it seemed to be slower than walking up. But there was another reason why this new technology was needed. She said, recalling what she read in the article.

 

“It will be helpful for people with crippled legs.”

 

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