novelraw Chapter 175 Jealousy
Chapter 175 Jealousy
Chapter 170 Five Jealousy
"Where did you go this morning?" Astoria asked softly, "Didn't it be better to wait in the lounge and then go to the auditorium together?"
Draco glanced at Winnie calmly, and soon his eyes fell on Allen who was standing not far behind Winnie.
Daphne hid the disgust in her eyes, and said in a flat tone, "I have something to do."
"Really?" Astoria evoked a faint smile, and stretched out his hand to wrap Draco's right arm, but as soon as he took his hand, Draco pulled his hand away the next second.
Everyone looked at the scene in front of them suspiciously, and Daphne showed a gloating smile without leaving a trace.
Astoria was startled, but recovered quickly, and smiled naturally: "Sorry, I forgot that your right hand was injured."
"It's okay." Draco said softly, pursing his lips.
Astoria smiled, "Let's go into the auditorium."
Draco casually glanced at the others, Winnie's expression was as calm as ever, her water-blue eyes did not reveal any emotion, and she could not see any joy, anger, sorrow, or joy. For some reason, his heart became inexplicably irritable, mixed with anger, he pursed his lips, stepped forward, passed the girl without saying a word, and walked into the auditorium, with a strange look on his face. with indifference.
Winnie stood there expressionless, until everyone left and entered the auditorium, and Betty gently shook her hand before recovering.
"How about you wait for me here, I'll get some food, and then we'll go to the back garden..." Betty said vigorously, but she was interrupted before she could finish her sentence.
Winnie shook her head and rejected Betty's proposal: "Let's go in."
Betty looked at Winnie silently, hesitated for a while, finally nodded, and replied: "Okay."
Winnie was eating her breakfast quietly, and Betty turned her gaze from time to time, wanting to make sure that Winnie was really not affected by what happened just now.
"Winnie, that looks like your owl." Justin said, just looking up to see the snow-white owl flying in from the ceiling.
Winnie paused, and soon Pudding appeared in front of her. As soon as it landed, she shook her wings and waited quietly for the master to take the letter tied to its feet.
He took down the letter, picked up the bread on the plate, tore off a few pieces and put them on the table. Pudding shook his wings, lowered his head, and ate slowly.
Winnie opened the letter, revealing a small corner, looking at the messy but very familiar handwriting, it was Sherlock's letter.
Winnie thought about it, finally folded the letter and put it in her pocket.
Betty didn't think much about it, thinking it was a letter from Einstein's family, so she didn't ask much.
After breakfast, Winnie and Betty said goodbye and went to the divination classroom. As soon as they sat down, Astoria and another girl were discussing behind them.
"Senior Malfoy's birthday is approaching, have you figured out what to give him?"
"A ticket to the Colosseum."
"What? I heard that tickets are hard to get!"
"Yes, so I asked my father to help."
"It's really sweet, Astoria, I believe Senior Malfoy will like it very much."
Winnie lowered her head and silently opened the divination textbook, intending to review it before Professor Trelawney came, but the voice behind her was like a dementor, chasing her constantly, stalking her around. The air is almost sucked away, bringing bursts of icy coolness.
Stop talking, she doesn't want to hear it.
She didn't want to hear anything about them.
"Yes, I think he'd love it."
"You're so happy, Astoria."
"Yes, I am very happy."
After finishing the first two lessons, Winnie walked to the owl shed alone, chose a seat at random, and quietly watched the scenery outside the castle. Slowly, cold tears slid down her cheeks.
Sourness and pain mixed together, tormenting her incessantly in her body, she never thought that such a feeling would be so painful, she underestimated the relationship between a man and a woman, and underestimated Draco Malfoy's love for her Impact.
Love is a very redundant thing, it will make people stupid, lose their minds, and become a lunatic controlled by desire.Once you have tried love and then lost it, your brain will become dull and irrational. She is not far from this state now, reason and emotion are pulling, she clearly wants to be calm, she wants to be calm, but she does not No, because everything has become a memory, not only engraved in the brain, but also engraved in the heart.
"Draco tricked you with a few sweet words, what do you think is the difference between you and Anna Rose?"
"Don't believe what anyone says, don't believe what you see, you just have to believe in me, no matter what I do, you will always be the only one I like."
Fake, it's all fake.
"Engagement, for real."
As long as this, he personally admitted.
"Say you'll never leave me."
"I like you, Winnie."
"Stop, stop..." Clutching her chest hard, she was in so much pain that it was even difficult to breathe.
Her brain was running at high speed, but all of them were painful images. She buried her face deeply in her hands, and cried out with a hard throat. It wasn't a broken cry, but a suppressed cry.
What to do, what should she do?
She couldn't tell which sentence was true and which sentence was false.
If Sherlock is...
If he was there, he would know...
Sherlock, yes, Sherlock!
Winnie wiped her tears, put her hand out of her pocket, took out the letter, and opened it.
- Ethics are set by people, there is no such thing as real right or wrong in this world, you can do whatever you want.Everyone in this world is a lunatic, driven crazy by life, by feelings, and by boredom, why not find some fun for yourself, and indulge in an ups and downs.
Although it is messy, it is undoubtedly Sherlock's handwriting, but the content of the letter does not seem like what he would say. Sherlock is encouraging her to follow the desire in her heart, get rid of Astoria, and make Germany Laco regained it, no need to control, but to indulge the desire in his heart?
Winnie carefully read the contents again. The letter paper was not the one that Sherlock always used, it was very cheap paper, and it was still slightly damp. She put the letter under her nose, mixed with perfume and an unknown smell Immediately poured into the nasal cavity.
Either someone imitated Sherlock's handwriting, or he was in trouble.
And she prefers the latter, the letter was sent by Pudding, which means that the letter was sent through Brett, and the address she sent the letter was the place where Sherlock lived for a while—a very cheap apartment in London .
Brett had given her the address, and Brett would tell her about it once Sherlock was no longer living in the apartment.
After thinking about it, she picked up the spare letter paper placed near the owl shed, wrote slowly, then folded the letter, tied it to the pudding's feet, touched its little head, and the pudding flew up into the air rise.
"Winnie." A deep voice suddenly came from behind.
She turned around, and it was Allen, who had been standing here for some time.
Allen approached slowly and stood in front of Winnie. His golden eyes, which were always gentle, were deep at this moment. He stretched out his hand and touched Winnie's cheek, saying with certainty, "You cried just now."
Winnie turned her face away, avoiding Alan's hand.
"For him?" Allen took his hand back calmly, knowing that Winnie knew who he was talking about.
Winnie pursed her lips and said nothing, but even if she didn't say it, Alan knew the answer.
Allen hooked his lips and asked slowly: "Do you want to forget him?"
"I can help you." The voice was low and full of delusion.
Winnie stared at Alan blankly, and because of the movement of raising his head, the slender and white neck was immediately visible. Alan's eyes darkened slightly, and he stretched out his hand to pull away a curl of chestnut hair, and lightly tapped it with his thumb. Gently rubbing. Rubbing, lowering your head, your eyes firmly fell on those soft lips, and slowly approached...
Looking at the magnified face, Winnie came back to her senses instantly, turned her face away, and avoided Alan's kiss.
Allen stopped and looked at Winnie's side face. The next second, he raised his head and gently pressed his lips on Winnie's forehead through his bangs. After staying for only two seconds, he was drawn back and stretched out his hand to sort out the situation. Slightly messy chestnut hair.
Winnie didn't expect Allen to do this just now. Although it was separated by Sisi, it was a fact that he kissed her forehead. For a moment, she couldn't react. She felt a strange feeling in her heart, which was a sense of guilt.
Aware of Winnie's emotions, Allen gave a self-deprecating smile, but soon he covered it up and said softly, "Sorry, I couldn't help it just now."
"Don't do this again next time, I..." Winnie pursed her lips, looked at Allen, and was interrupted when she was about to speak.
"I'm serious." Allen put his hands on Winnie's shoulders, and said word by word, with certainty, "I like you, and I have liked you since a long time ago."
"I don't need you to like me right now." Allen continued, "Just give me a chance."
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and Winnie was silent for a while, "I'm sorry."
"Why?" Allen was calm and his tone was very steady.
"Because I only like you among friends." Winnie said it very directly without beating around the bush.
"You still like him, don't you?" Allen pursed his lips and said this for a while.
Winnie didn't admit it or deny it, but Allen knew that such a move had already proved the answer, yes, Winnie still liked Draco Malfoy.
She has always been like this, honest, and never knows how to deceive, but such behavior is sometimes very cruel.
Alan didn't want to admit it, but he was jealous, jealous of the boy named Draco Malfoy.
The author has something to say: la la la~~~
I'm getting better soon~~~
Now there is only a dry cough, but the sense of taste is back 233
I think you all call me abusive male lead, but Xiaolong didn’t really cheat, he protected Winnie and his family in the way he thought was right, but all this is temporary patience, but he will still eat because of this later It's a bit bitter, so please be patient~~~
Winnie is experiencing things that ordinary people will have. It is impossible to be sweet all the time in love. There will be jealousy and suspicion, anxiety and confusion. Once a smart person falls in love, he will become irrational and unable to see Clear what is happening before your eyes.
As for Sherlock, it is obvious that he is already at the most serious anti-social personality, sinking into drugs and pleasure~~~
Alan, trust me, he's not a good guy, but he's not a bad guy either.
Finally, I ask you weakly, do you really feel abused?
I feel okay, and I don't feel like crying when I write it. Could it be... my abuse point has increased?