A Noble Marriage

Penchant www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapter of Noble Marriage [Anna]!    It was late at night when Karenin returned.

He usually does not return late. In the summer there are more social events, and in late autumn there are fewer. The cold can freeze a person's will. But there are always people who like to go against the seasons.

The man from Moscow, Mr. Stremov, who was to go on a public trip with Karenin next, was obviously a social lover. People like him, no matter how long they stay in Petersburg, never learn to adapt themselves to the environment, not to change a good place.

Think about it!

That good-looking face with a smooth tongue managed to turn Petersburg, a place that seemed slightly quiet under Karenin's influence, into yet another jolly Moscow.

"Don't you like these? Karenin."

The man, who was a year or two younger than Karenin, asked with a smile, the worldly traces in his eyes making Karenin's eyes twitch in his heart.

"Just not keen." He said faintly, with some bad temper, not even bothering to make a false cop-out.

Stremov rolled his eyes for a moment, his glass still in his hand. A smooth man like him naturally knew that he was not popular with Karenin, but how can I put it, Stremov was not happy to make Karenin's desire to stay away from him come true.

"I am really honored to go out with you. I'm sure we'll have a great deal to gain from this trip."

The corners of Karenin's lips twitched sarcastically.

"Yes, naturally."

Stremov smiled and made a playful remark to clink glasses with Karenin, who looked at him without a smile in his eyes, but accepted it anyway.

The friendship between the two men seemed to be eased on the surface, and Mikhail Vasilievich Slyutin, who was ready to take care of it, blinked and let the amber liquid cut into his throat like drinking water.

When the wine had taken hold and even Karenin's face had turned slightly red, Slyutin made an excuse to let them off.

"I have to take you back."

The young secretary muttered, his cheeks flushed, making him look even younger.

Every time he drank, Sliutin had to keep his face tense, otherwise he couldn't do the job a secretary was supposed to do.

"You go back, I can do it myself." Karenin refused, looking serious as he examined the level of drunkenness of the two men, trying his best to speak in a smooth tone, but in reality, he was drunk too, or he should not have refused the secretary's escort.

"No, sir, I have to get you back safely." Slyutin was still trying to keep his duty in mind.

Karenin became a little impatient under the effect of alcohol.

"I don't need to."

Slyutin wanted to say something else, but Karenin had already asked Peter the coachman to call the carriage for Slyutin.

"Go back." He was brief and concise.

The young secretary subconsciously obeyed the instruction, and when he got into the carriage, the horse ran a little way and woke up for a while by the cold wind, Slyutin's heart was a little anxious.

Of course, by the time he returned to the past, Karenin and the carriage were gone.

"I hope it's all right." Sliudin grunted, and went over to the foyer to ask the doorman again, and only after confirming that Karenin was returning in his own carriage did he reassure himself that he was a little shaky to get back into the carriage.

"Oh, home." Slyutin said, covering his eyes with his right hand.

On the other side, in the carriage Karenin was leaning back with a bit of a headache, his brow wrinkled as if he was enduring something.

He was drunk.

He knew it.

Despite Kalenin's superb self-control, he threw up halfway through the carriage's lurching.

"Are you all right, sir?" Peter, the coachman, asked with concern.

He had been working under Karenin for so long that he had rarely seen his own husband drunk, let alone like this.

Karenin stood up slightly straighter and swayed slightly, so much so that he had to hold the carriage a little.

"I want to walk for a while."

Karenin said, having taken out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

"It's getting cold, sir, so you'd better hurry back." Peter some disapproval, but dare not directly ask Karenin to do anything.

Karenin waved his hand, meaning no need to say more.

The cold wind blew on the cheeks of people, making people unconsciously squint their eyes.

Karenin let out a deep breath.

Although the weather is cold, but this time he can be much more sober.

Peter did not dare to talk much, so Kalenin was accompanied only by the sporadic sound of carriages.

He looked up and there were a few lonely stars in the night sky.

The stars were no different, and Karenin had not paid special attention to them for as long as he could remember.

They never seemed to change, and the rhetoric of Petersburg high society naturally did not fall on them. What made Karenin want to pay attention to them was his wife.

One evening in the summer, Karenin remembered Anna's words.

"I heard that the star we saw, its light appeared to us after a long, long time. The starlight we see now is not now itself, but a long time ago, like a miracle isn't it? It was not an era, but some people witnessed it and cared about it, so they became very meaningful."

That time just after listening, Karenin always felt as if Anna wanted to clarify something, but when she asked, she just smiled.

It was a smile that Karenin did not tell the other, but the latter seemed to know.

So, like Karenin, who likes to seek understanding in everything, what he could do in that situation was just to kiss the other person.

"Would you like to get into the carriage?"

The coachman's voice made Karenin realize where he was now.

He was smiling.

Although he was sure that the other man could not read his expression under the cover of the night, Karenin still felt a certain heat rising on his face that was different from that caused by alcohol.

"Yes." He said succinctly.

The night breeze took the alcohol away from Karenin, but seemed to quietly add something to it.

By the time Karenin returned home, the whole house seemed quiet.

Kolny was used to this.

He carried the lamp, took Karenin's coat, and answered in the usual way.

After the gentleman went up to the second floor, Kearney carried the lamp back to his place.

In the past, he always avoided having to be careful, but now, someone else would do it for him.

Karenin wanted to go to his study first, as was his custom, but his legs strayed against his master's will and went directly in the direction of the bedroom.

He unlocked the door.

A faint light illuminated the small world.

After marriage he knew that Anna was not used to sleeping in a lighted environment, but sometimes she would leave the light on, sometimes not.

He had wondered if there was a reason for this, and then he realized that leaving the light on meant she was worried about him. It could be because of the weather, it could be because of his health, or it could just be because of a sudden apprehension.

Karenin walked over and he blew out the light.

Like a light breeze, it did not disturb the sleeping man.

With a little light from the corridor, Karenin sat on the edge of the bed.

He saw that his wife's pretty face showed a softness, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, as if she was dreaming.

"Who did she dream of?" Karenin thought subconsciously, his mind slipping quickly and uncharacteristically into some area with which he was not very familiar.

Before he knew it, the man had scrunched up his face.

For some reason, Karenin suddenly wanted to see his wife very much.

Not just her sleeping face.

He wanted to hear her voice, to see those bright eyes and the smile on his lips.

Under the influence of alcohol, he did just that.

"Anna." He nudged the other man gently, lowering his voice and calling out slowly.

"Anna ......."

Slowly, he saw his wife move her eyelids, and not long after, those gray eyes opened somewhat hazily.

"Who did you dream about?" Karenin asked in a low voice, brushing his fingers somewhat lovingly over Anna's warm cheek.

"What?"

Anna was still a little confused, and she asked with some effort.

A faint scent of alcohol hung over Karenin, and she subconsciously tried to avoid it, but was trapped, the arms restricting her movements, the skin of her jaw close to Anna's cheek.

Near her ear, warm breath blew in, still stubbornly questioning.

"You smiled."

"Inside the dream."

"Who did you dream about? Anna."

Hearing these words Anna finally woke up.

"You've been drinking?"

She paused for a moment after she finished.

"You're drunk."

In response she got a grind on her cheek.

"Who did you dream about? Anna, you haven't answered me."

Anna couldn't help but smile as she hugged the other woman and patted his back.

"He's a very nice man."

"......"

There was a moment of silence, then an intimate grind between escalating necks.

"You can't."

"Can't what?" Anna asked deliberately.

The drunken man was remarkably honest.

"Can't smile at anyone else."

"Only to me, Anna, and only look at me when you smile like that."

Anna arched her eyes, she hugged the other man again and replied softly: "I, ah, have always loved a person, that person is very tall, many people fear him, but I just love him. I always felt that I was the luckiest person in the world, because I was the only one who saw the nobility of his soul, and, in the whole world, I was the only one who could have him."

"And who is that man?"

"He is my husband, his name is Alexei Alexandrovich Karenin."

There was another silence, then a slightly slurred voice from the man.

"Anna, you can't like this man, you can only ......"

Anna was laughing and crying a little when the drunken man had lifted his head from his not so broad shoulders and bent his back so that his forehead brushed against hers.

"I want you to love me ......"

A low, muffled voice rang out, causing Anna's original smile to freeze slightly, and it wasn't long before a more profound smile curled around the corners of her mouth.

"I only love you ah."

That night, after settling Karenin into bed, Anna stood by, lying on her back on the edge of the bed, her eyes open as she carefully surveyed the other woman for a long, long time.

Her heart seemed to be filled with something.

She knew that for a drunken Karenin, the night would become a blur, and he might not remember what he had said, but it didn't matter, Anna always remembered.

She remembered this night, in the cold wind of late autumn, mixed with the slight scent of wine brewed from wheat, happiness seemed to have little wings and flew on the wind to her heart.

A long time ago, there was a little girl who prayed to heaven.

Why have I never done anything bad.

Why have I always wanted to be a good boy.

Why have I tried so hard to be

And still, no one wants to love me.

And after a long time, fate brought her to another world, so she thought: If all I suffered was to meet you, then I am happy now and will be happy in the future.