A Noble Marriage

The Penchant www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update on the latest chapter of Noble Marriage [Anna]!    Karenin's promise was like hard silk, thinly winding Anna up, and she was willingly protected in this way.

"What are you laughing at? My dear Pasha." Mr. Prokhov asked curiously.

"Oh, nothing." Anna shook her head, but obviously could not suppress the smile at the corners of her mouth.

"But it's the first time I know that Mr. Goldman has a daughter."

Mr. Prokhov's eyes lit up a little upon hearing about Mr. Goldman's daughter, and Anna was sure of one thing at that moment.

"Miss Oria is really very nice, and perhaps you will not meet a better girl."

"You like her don't you?" Anna asked the other woman with a smile.

Mr. Prokhov blushed a little.

"So, you want to stay here no matter how eccentric Mr. Goldman is as a person?"

"Sort of." Prokhov laughed a little and looked down at the ledger in his hand.

"Miss Oria is really a nice girl, Pasha, you'll get to meet her later." Mr. Prokhov said nervously.

"Aren't you even afraid that I'll steal her away?" Anna said deliberately. Mr. Goldman had gone to pick up that Miss Oria, so there were only the two of them in the store.

She had thought that Mr. Prokhorov had something in mind for Mr. Goldman, after all, people in general could not stand Mr. Goldman's kind of character.

Prokhorov listened to Anna's words first froze for a moment, and then said somewhat nervously, "You will?"

Seeing the other party's reaction, Anna also did not want to continue the joke.

"Of course not, don't worry, Prokhov."

"But Miss Oria is really very nice." Prokhov looked like he was relieved, but then seemed a little disgruntled.

"How did you meet?" Anna wondered.

Prokhorov smiled again, his eyes looked particularly innocent, which didn't match his tall and sturdy figure at all, but it was quite cute.

"It was last year, in January, we encountered pirates. I escaped, but there was not a penny in my body. I wanted to find a job and make a living, but no one wanted me. I wandered around Petersburg for three days, until one day I was so hungry and dizzy that I squatted on the ground, and then she appeared in front of me!

The man looked as if he had seen an angel. Anna thought.

"She gave me something to eat. I was starving at that time, and I didn't want to die, so I took a chance and asked Miss Oria if she could take me in to work and earn some bread money. Miss Oria was a little embarrassed at first, but then she agreed."

"And then did Mr. Goldman refuse you at first?"

"No." Prokhov said with a smile, giving Anna a somewhat surprising answer.

"So as I said, Mr. Goldman may be a little eccentric, but he's a good man. He's just a bit mean-mouthed. I've been helping out here since I got better, and Miss Oria taught me how to read." Prokoff raised the ledger in his hand.

"I didn't know many words, but now I'm much better."

"To hear you say so, she is really a lovely lady like an angel." Anna exclaimed.

"Yes." Prokhorov rather agreed with this statement.

After another hour, a carriage pulled up outside the tailor's store.

"It must be Miss Oria!"

Prokhov said excitedly, and he ran out. Anna also followed him out. When he got outside, he was so excited that Prokhorov almost got on the horse's nose.

The date red horse startled and stirred its hooves in mid-air, and the driver immediately stopped it, and fortunately it was soon pacified.

"What's the rush out!" Mr. Goldman raised his voice in reprimand, and after his voice fell to the ground, a sweet female voice rang out.

"Prokhov."

"Miss Oria!" Prokhov shouted excitedly, standing straight like a soldier about to greet a princess.

And after Anna put her eyes on that Miss Oria, she couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Not that Miss Olya is not beautiful, but, this is clearly still only a twelve-year-old girl. So, Prokhorov didn't like men, he liked little girls?

Anna felt that she was now looking at Prokhov's back were a little complicated.

Prokhorov, despite some excitement and perhaps a less than noble appearance, did not fall for the same kind of gentlemanly behavior he did in front of Oria.

Miss Oria came to Anna and smiled, "You are Mr. Pavel, right? I've heard father talk about you."

"Good day, Miss Oria." Anna returned the greeting.

Miss Oria smiled shyly.

Despite her youthful appearance, Miss Oria was indeed like a princess when it came to treating people.

She has a soft black hair, the hair is relatively fine, but very thick. The young girl's bone structure is very showy, today wore a goose yellow dress, the material at first glance is the best goods, but not much pattern, only with white feather style embellished with some. Outside wearing a light-colored coat, looks very warm.

Unlike Mr. Goldman always lazy to look at people's behavior.

Even if it was just such a kind of usual greeting, Miss Oria used to favor her people, her neck leaned slightly in the direction of the speaker in a slender curve, slightly revealing a little white pearl earring on the earlobe, small and delicate.

"You'll have plenty of time for that later, now go in first, Oria." Mr. Goldman said with a frown, his fingers moving around Oria's collar so that the skin exposed to the cold air could be wrapped up in the coat.

"Yes, go in first, it's too cold outside." Mr. Prokhov nodded in agreement, only Anna felt the temperature outside again, then felt as if it wasn't very cold either, but she didn't care and followed Mr. Goldman and the others inside.

Prohoff wanted to carry the luggage to Miss Oria to the bedroom on the second floor, but was stopped by Mr. Goldman.

"Wait here!"

Mr. Prohoff hung his head like a big dog that had been reprimanded and gave the luggage to Mr. Goldman.

"Papa." Miss Olya looked at her father disapprovingly.

Mr. Goldman said nothing to this, but simply told Miss Oria to follow.

"I'll be down in a minute." Miss Oria said to Prokhov, then looked at Anna again and gave her an apologetic smile.

Looking at the other woman's slow, gentle steps, Anna couldn't help but wonder if she usually acted like an emperor penguin. Look at the other party's thin waist, as if it could be encircled by one hand. Her shoulders were shapely and her back was straight.

Although this Miss Oria's appearance is not much similar to Mr. Goldman's, but her temperament is very close. That kind of temperament has nothing to do with how expensive clothes she is wearing, it is completely exuded by herself.

When you think about it, this is obviously just a twelve-year-old girl, her face is not yet fully open, with a little round, the tip of the nose and a couple of harmless freckles, but the pair of big eyes are very bright. The eyelashes are long and curly, with a natural curvature at the end of the eyes, as if they were smiling all the time.

No wonder an upright man like Mr. Prohoff can't help but have some evil thoughts.

Anna looked to Prokhorov, who was still staring smittenly at the empty walkway that was no longer occupied.

"Prokhorv, although I really sympathize with you, I can understand why Mr. Goldman is so mean to you sometimes."

Pedophilia is a disease, it really must be cured!

Prokhorov was a little confused at first, then he reacted. He said with some embarrassment, "It's not what you think."

"Don't you think anything, Pavel." Prokhorov said somewhat dryly.

His face turned red: "I just want to stay here, I won't do anything to Miss Oria."

"Don't you like her?"

"I do like her, but like, like and not ......" Prokhov could not say it, obviously such a big man, but coy about this kind of thing, and finally he said with a stern face: "Pasha, your thoughts is really too nasty."

Anna made a big red face and said, "I'm not nasty! You said it."

"I didn't say anything. I just like Miss Olya, and I just want to stay here." Prokhorov said seriously.

"Don't you want to marry her?" Anna asked tentatively.

Prokhorov froze for a moment, then rubbed his nose and laughed: "Ah, can't think that far."

Anna hesitantly said, "You seem a bit irresponsible, like this."

Prokhorov patted Anna's shoulder, his broad hand didn't use much strength.

"It's good that you know, but you stay out of this matter. Didn't you come to see Mr. Goldman to learn the craft?"

Anna looked at the man in front of her a little strangely, generally speaking, of the two of them, Prokhov was the big guy with the softer heart, and he was the one who knew everything about any problem.

So, Anna guessed, was it because Prohoff knew that there was a possibility that Mr. Goldman would never agree to the marriage?

Although Mr. Goldman also does not have a knighthood, just a tailor, but after all, is also considered a rich man. In this era of the concept of the family, like Prohoff's orphans without money or power, few daughters of good families would marry him.

Thinking about this, Anna decided not to say more.

Although she thought that Mr. Prokhorov was a good man, but from Mr. Goldman's point of view, it was perfectly reasonable not to choose the former.

When she returned in the afternoon, Anna first finished her homework for the day. Karenin had a visitor at eight o'clock, so she waited until after the guest had left to go to him.

"Don't you need to do your homework today?" Karenin had recently taken to replacing all of Anna's messy exercises with homework, and sometimes he himself was in a bit of a trance as to whether he was marrying in a child or a wife.

"I'm all done." Anna said in return.

She pulled up a chair and sat down across from Karenin's desk, the same study where they were still entertaining him.

Anna looked at her husband with big gray eyes and then asked, "I want to ask a question."

Karenin looked at her.

Anna spoke slowly: "I mean, if I were just a poor girl, would you still marry me?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or the lie?"

"I," Anna opened her mouth, then said, somewhat deflated, "better forget it, Alexei. Forgive me for asking such a stupid question."

She said to herself, "If I were a poor girl, maybe a goose farmer's daughter, we wouldn't have met at all. Even if we had met, I wouldn't have had the money to make myself look good. I didn't have the opportunity to learn to be very well educated. Even if I learned upper-class things from somewhere, I still have no money, no status, and the probability that we would marry each other is basically wirelessly close to zero." She concluded with a pathetic conclusion of her own, and a sigh of relief.

"I feel physically sad to think of that fact." Anna huffed, feeling her nose go a little sour.

"You'll probably marry a not-so-pretty, but rich, noble lady with a knighthood in her family. She might not be as good looking as me but she would at least be a decent wife. And chances are I'll marry a man who's good looking but equally broke ......"

Karenin originally heard the first half still feel a little funny, but later heard his wife said there is a possibility that he will marry another man, reason told her that if his wife said the assumption is valid, then there is indeed a high probability will be this way. But there are no ifs in this world in the first place, are there?

"Anna." Karenin called his wife's name.

A certain lady, who was immersed in an inexplicable emotion, finally looked up at her husband again.

Karenin looked at his wife, who was already a little teary-eyed, and the emotions that were still not so good disappeared. Became a little helpless to his wife as usual.

"There is no if. You are my wife, we are married."

"You are married to me." Karenin gave an emphatic cry.

Anna looked at her husband, from his neatly and scrupulously groomed hair, to his straight nose, and finally down to his upper lip, which was thinner compared to his lower lip.

"You're not as handsome as my husband would be if he were." Anna suddenly laughed, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Appearances are just appearances." Karenin said.

"Most people can't do that." Anna muttered.

"Just like most people can't really accomplish anything in their careers."

Anna thought for a moment, then nodded, "You're right. I'm sorry, I don't know why, but I'm suddenly a little sentimental. Maybe you can write this day down, I have these low periods sometimes, and that usually happens at ......"

At what, Anna didn't finish, just suddenly blushed a little.

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Anna slumped on the table, wanting to find a hole in the ground at this moment.

Karenin was a little worried, and he furrowed his brow.

"Anna."

"It's really nothing." From under his arm came a muffled voice.

Karenin got up and was about to pull his wife, but suddenly it was as if he understood something.

This high Russian official had faced a lot of big storms, but even so, he still became a little restrained. Until ten seconds later, Karenin went to his wife, bent down and whispered a question.

The little head nodded.

"Can you go out first?"

"You need to bathe, Anna." Karenin did not grant his wife's request; he was completely subdued at the moment.

"I'll clean them up, now, I'll carry you to the washroom and I'll get you a change of clothes. It's nothing, Anna." Karenin whispered soothingly to his wife.

His voice was smooth and calm, and his wife, who had wanted to dig a hole and bury herself like a groundhog, finally lifted her head.

Karenin picked his wife up and didn't bother to look, he made sure Anna was okay and then carried him out of the study.

He took the bedroom door with him. Usually at night, the servants would not enter his study without Karenin's permission.

In the lavatory, Anna washed and changed her clothes, she had just spent fifteen minutes to calm down.

After all, this kind of thing is embarrassing, she just lost all face and face. It was an embarrassment that would take at least three days to settle down, but Karenin was outside telling her not to take too long.

When she got out of the washroom door, she saw that no one was in the bedroom.

A little relieved, Anna simply crawled inside the bed, her shamed mind really in desperate need of comfort.

Then the door was opened and Karenin came in with a bowl of brown sugar and ginger soup water in his hand.

"Drink this first, Anna."

"How do you know this?" Anna asked.

"You made Sasha do it didn't you?" Karenin replied, then handed Anna the brown sugar and ginger water that had become warm.

"You ......" Anna felt a little touched, and the previous bit of embarrassment automatically rolled away to some corner.

"Drink it, you need to go to bed early, Anna." Karenin said.

"And where is your official paper?" Anna asked as she finished her drink, and Karenin took the glass and placed it on the table.

"I'll be up an hour earlier tomorrow." He tucked Anna in.

"You can go finish your official paperwork without regard for me, Alexei, I'm fine." Anna said. But Karenin was unmoved.

"You're more afraid of the cold, and it's not warm in this weather." Karenin tucked Anna in again, and he went to the washroom to freshen up.

By the pale candlelight, Anna looked at the tiny cup and smiled happily.

She knows that instead of dwelling on the past that could not have happened, it is true to enjoy the ordinary warmth of the present. Like this, when she makes foolishness, she can tolerate her and will not be harsh.

In a daze, Anna felt Karenin return.

She grabbed the other woman and a dry, warm hand pulled her in, wrapping her in a warm embrace.

"Even if it's infinitely close to zero, it's still possible, Anna."

I don't know if it was real or in a dream, but Anna heard such an answer anyway. From a Russian man who was not handsome enough, not romantic enough, somewhat serious, but more lovely.