A Noble Marriage

Penchant www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest updated noble marriage [Anna] latest chapter!    This is a burglar-proof chapter "Will it be cold?" Karenin inquired.

"Yes." Anna shook her head, keeping one eye open to keep herself awake.

The carriage Karenin had arranged was already waiting at the door, and the coachman put the luggage on it, greeted Karenin, and seemed to be an old acquaintance.

"I heard you were married, sir, and this is your wife."

The coachman was not very tall, but his arms looked very strong. From his clothes he did not look well off, but he was clean, and his smile was unpretentious.

"Yes, Binoche." Karenin replied.

"How do you do, Mr. Binoche?" Anna said with a smile.

The Binoche gentleman, with his big eyes, smiled and greeted Anna.

Anna and Karenin sat in the carriage, and they were heading for the hotel where they would be staying for a while.

The first floor was the lobby and the club, and the second and third floors were for accommodation.

Karenin booked the third place around the corner, a bit of a detour, but very quiet.

It was a suite, certainly not comparable to Karenin's mansion, but also larger. In addition to the bedroom and living room, there was a separate bathroom.

Karenin gave the waiter a tip, and Anna was taking their luggage out.

Again, this was a strange behavior, no noblewoman would organize these things by herself, but Anna wanted to do it herself, and Karenin did not comment on it. He was putting his official papers on the table.

Anna hung up her clothes, and Karenin said they could go to breakfast first, so the two went out of the bedroom again.

"Bad appetite?"

"A little." Anna barely finished the fruit in front of her and was left with the sausage.

The sausage didn't taste bad, one might even say delicious, and Anna almost regretted it a little.

"Just leave it if you can't eat it, no need to force yourself, Anna."

Anna looked up at the other woman, then said, "May I really?"

"Yes." Karenin said, and after seeing Anna's relief, he got the side dish from Anna's plate inside his own and ate it without changing his face.

Anna glanced around and no one had noticed them here.

"In the future, can I give you the dishes I don't like to eat?" She asked hopefully, only to be met with rejection.

"No. Picky eating and inability to consume food are two different things. The former is a bad habit, the latter is force majeure." Karenin ate the last bite of cauliflower and looked at his young wife with light blue eyes, making her understand that picky eating was definitely not allowed in the Karenin family.

"Okay."

A somewhat disappointed tone.

"I have to go out for a while later, so you can rest inside the suite for a while to relieve the fatigue of the journey."

"You're going on official business now?" Anna asked, and Karenin nodded slightly, but did not reveal any more details about the problem.

"And when will you probably be back? Alexei."

"If things go well, we can finish at three in the afternoon. If anything comes up, you can have someone meet me at this place."

Karenin said the name of a place, and Anna made a mental note of it, though she was sure she wouldn't bother her husband easily.

"You can come and dine in the hall at noon, or have them sent up."

"I doubt I'll need lunch again. I'd like to take a bath and get some sleep." Anna cooed, a weary look staining the corners of her eyes.

Karenin raised his eyes and said in a calm tone, "I still think you'd better not give up lunch for health reasons. Anna."

"I'll try to follow your advice, sir." Anna made a mischievous gesture, to which Karenin raised his eyebrows slightly, but finally said nothing.

After Karenin left, Anna went to the lavatory, as she said herself, and took a bath, feeling her pores stretch out and almost falling asleep lying in the tub.

Her hair was damp, so she wrapped another headscarf around it.

Because she was tired, she lay down on the bed and touched another book out, trying to wait for her hair to dry before falling asleep, only to fall asleep in less than five minutes.

Dreams inside the light, messy dreams make her sleep unstable, but the fatigue of her limbs makes her reluctant to wake up. A few hours passed without realizing it.

Kalenin ended the trip as quickly as he expected, and on the way out, Mrs. de Marelle, the wife of Mr. de Marelle, twenty-five years old, looked at Kalenin with her turquoise eyes and smiled flirtatiously: "Don't forget that you are bringing your wife to the ball the day after tomorrow, we all want to see her, she is a beauty, I hear! "

"I will."

"My dear Karenin, my side is not yet finished, so if you don't mind, please let my wife see you out." M. de Marelle said in his broad voice, so fat that he could scarcely see his eyes when he smiled, fifteen years older than Karenin, a gentleman of good heart, but of little ability, and his young wife was without doubt his best sage.

Karenin obliged, and M. de Marelle kissed his wife, and for a little while acted very fondly of her.

"This way, Mr. Karenin." Madame de Marelle said with a smile, and as she smiled, a small vermilion mole at the right corner of her mouth became more vividly embedded in the pear swirl.

Madame de Marelle's maid followed behind her, and when she had gone about twenty or thirty meters, Madame de Marelle suddenly said: "Uma, have you seen my ring?"

"No, Madame."

The maid called Uma saw that the sapphire ring, which her ladyship had always loved, was missing.

"Help me go to the dressing room and see if it's there, I may have forgotten to put it back on when I took it off." Madame de Marelle said in a soft voice to her own maid, and when the maid had gone, she smiled at Karenin again.

"I'm sorry to have delayed you."

"That's all right, madam."

"That's a ring I like very much." Madame de Marelle gave a pleasing expression.

"I can see that you are in the habit of turning rings." Karenin said.

Madame de Marelle was a little surprised, then smiled: "You are always so observant, and I thought you were a very observant person when you asked someone to remind me of the torn place on that dress at that ball the year before last. It was thanks to you that I did not lose face."

"That's nothing, madam."

When he reached the door, Karenin thanked Madame de Marelle once again and then drove off in Binoche's carriage in the direction of the inn.

Kalenin returned to the inn, then went straight to the suite on the third floor, and when he opened the door found the sitting room unoccupied. He closed the door and then went to the bedroom.

The door of the bedroom was hidden, the light was dim, and the surroundings were quiet.

He saw that the bedding was somewhat messily rumbled, and his wife was in this tangled mass of bedding, huddled up, yet still with half of her bare back uncovered.

Karenin had never slept so heavily, or rather, his little wife was having an air of not wanting to get up even after she had fallen asleep.

Karenin went over, rescued part of the bedding and covered Anna.

He took the file and closed the bedroom door and walked out, and started working right there on the couch.

About an hour later, the bedroom door opened.

"How long have you been asleep? Anna." Karenin asked as he closed the official document, wondering why, he was now surprisingly curious.

Anna woke up and knew Karenin was back, the hanging coat was so striking that at first, even she herself felt blushing at the messy look on the bed. She changed her clothes and tidied her hair a little before coming out.

Now, when asked how long she had slept, she was still a little embarrassed.

"Six hours?"

"You slept for a quarter of a day." Karenin uttered this conclusion, saying it was mocking, the tone was too flat, saying it was a compliment, which was not at all possible from logic. Finally she simply thought nothing of it, pretended that the matter had passed, sat down next to Karenin and asked, "Can we go and get something to eat now?"

"It's still an hour before normal dining time."

Anna deflated with some disappointment, then she heard Karenin say again.

"But if you're hungry, we can go dine now."

After he said this, Karenin was rewarded with a bright smile and flushed cheeks from his young wife.

"As a matter of fact, I think that's fine." Karenin whispered, and a kiss was planted on top of Anna's dark hair.

They both felt content, in fact, Karenin thought that although the marriage was so different and it was full of unpredictability, it was indeed satisfying.

They returned home and enjoyed dinner, Anna, uncharacteristically, did not say much, she only went to raise her eyes from time to time to look at her husband.

"What's wrong?" Karenin asked.

Anna said, "It's like you're glowing right now, and I can't help but look at you." She sighed again, "I'm really worried that you'll be stolen, like 'the dragon's gold coin'."

Although Karenin had not heard much of this rare compliment and possessiveness from his young wife, he still could not get completely used to it.

So with a stern face he once again calmly pointed out the impropriety of the metaphor, while her wife giggled.

"Forgive me, you don't have an appeal either, I have many more strange metaphors in my stomach." Anna finished taking a bite of mushroom, then raised her eyes to look at Karenin again, as if he were the better dish.

Karenin chose to ignore the gaze this time; he had to ingest enough food rather than let his mood linger in that out-of-control state.

The next day, Anna decided to do something to thank Karenin.

He had helped her sort through the social chaos, so of course she had to do something to repay him.

"Maybe a little Shuffle would be nice." Anna said to herself, she couldn't say she was good at cooking, but she had a knack for making this kind of dessert.

Her previous agent had been more strict with her diet, but people are so strange sometimes. You are restricted in one place, sometimes you can't help but make up for it in other areas.

Women and desserts always seem to be inseparable.

Anna borrowed the kitchen from the cook, Sasha, the chubby cook who was so kind that she lent the kitchen to the hostess, who had been prepared to concoct a disaster. She even quietly with the caretaker Cabildonecki ventilation, but also prepared a few large buckets of water as a preparation.

Of course, these things Anna did not know.

For one thing, all of Karenin's servants, even just the cooks, were the kind who could prepare all possible outcomes in advance without disturbing others. Secondly, Anna herself had already concentrated on immersing herself in the thank-you gift she had made for Karenin.

The round eggs were still fresh from the chicken coop, with a warmth to them. The oranges in the straw basket were very full and smelled nice and orangey.

The wait was a bit anxious, but there was a sense of satisfaction when I saw the food come out of the oven.

Anna couldn't wait to share this with whomever she could, so she called Sasha in, who wanted to join the cook for afternoon tea.

"This smells so good, what are you cooking, ma'am?" Sasha was somewhat surprised to find that the kitchen was still clean and that something delicious seemed to be brewing.

"Shuffle, which happens to have eggs and oranges."

Sasha went to take a look on the stove and sighed once more.

"Will you join me for a cup of afternoon tea? Sasha." Anna said with a smile.

"That's not very nice." Sasha hesitated a little, and Anna took her hand.

"You just don't refuse, leaving me alone for afternoon tea, I feel pitiful myself." She deliberately said it with some pity.

Sasha smiled, "If you've said that, I don't think I have much reason to refuse this invitation anymore."

The kitchen is connected to the backyard, there is not much of a view at this time, Karenin's yard is not much of a gardening facility, regular, not out of the ordinary and definitely not bright.

In this natural courtyard, the sun becomes somewhat frivolous, and it shines as much as it wishes.

Painted white original wood table, and a few hollow chairs, Sasha like a trick took out a small pink checkered tablecloth and laid it flat on top.

Anna asked Annuschka to bring over the table runner she had made in advance, lace style. They picked out a rose-colored bone china tea set, and the milk was served in a clear glass jug. The soufflé had an aroma of orange and butter, sweet and fresh.