A Noble Marriage

Penchant www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update aristocratic marriage [Anna] latest chapter!    This is a burglar-proof chapter Anna said, her cheeks flushed, a pair of fine white hands did not resist holding the other hand, after feeling the back of her hand wrapped in, she bowed her head, leaning into Karenin's arms.

"I know it's not very reserved, but, you have to allow me to be uncontrollable, you said something very 'sweet'." She emphasized the word "sweet," and one small hand gripped the shirt on Karenin's chest, clutching it gently.

Her face was flushed, but it was the only way to make herself feel better.

"Actually, I think it's fine." Karenin whispered, a kiss on top of Anna's dark hair.

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

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

"What's wrong?" Karenin asked.

Anna said, "It's like you're glowing right now, I can't help but look at you." She added with a sigh, "I'm afraid you'll be stolen, like 'the dragon's gold coin'."

Although Karenin had heard many such strange and possessive compliments from his young wife, he still could not get completely used to them.

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

"Forgive me, you don't have a chance to appeal either, I have many more strange metaphors in my stomach." Anna finished with 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 in seeing what came out of the oven.

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

"This smells so good, what are you making, madam?" Sasha was a little surprised to find that the kitchen was still clean and that something delicious seemed to be brewing.

"Shuffle, just the right eggs and oranges."

Sasha went to glance at what was on the stove and exclaimed 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 sorry for myself." She deliberately said a little pitiful.

Sasha smiled, "If you have said so, I think I have no reason to refuse this invitation anymore."

The kitchen is connected to the backyard, and there is not much of a view at this time. Karenin's yard has no gardening facilities, is regular, not out of the ordinary and definitely not bright.

In this natural courtyard, the sunlight becomes a bit frivolous, it can shine as much as it wants.

Painted white wooden 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.

"Look how well made this is!" Sasha exclaimed, her chubby fingers touching the printed coasters Anna had made, and looking at the lovely soufflés.

"You'd better eat it first, maybe it just sells better." Anna said.

"Why, madam, I could make a manor with all the eggs I've beaten, and it would taste just right!"

Annuschka and Anna both laughed.

Sasha took a taste and then raised his eyebrows: "See, I was right."

"Yes, is it too much?" Sasha asked.

"Actually, I was trying to make it for Alexei." Anna said coyly. Then she saw that the cook was a little surprised, and after a moment, there was a torn look on her face.

"What's wrong?" Anna asked.

Sasha looked at her mistress before saying carefully, "Actually, madam, perhaps you don't quite understand, sir, he doesn't like sweets."

Anna was a little surprised and then became frustrated, "I don't know, I thought it would be a good idea."

Sasha reassured, "Ma'am, its a good idea indeed, these are really delicious."

Anna shook her head and sighed, "It doesn't matter how delicious they are, he doesn't like sweets."

Sasha didn't know how to comfort her mistress anymore, fortunately, this frustrated mood of the other party didn't last long, she talked about other topics and finally expressed her desire to give her all these Shuffles.

"I heard you have a couple of grandchildren, I think they would like sweets."

Sasha's two grandchildren certainly liked these sweet things, only she couldn't help but feel a little regret in her heart, after all, what madam made was indeed delicious.

After finishing the afternoon tea, Anna was not discouraged; on the contrary, she understood a little bit anew. So she asked Sasha a lot about Karenin's preferences for dishes.

She learned that Karenin had no particular preference for food, except for the fact that sweets were not his favorite. So it seemed that expressing one's gratitude in food was not a good idea.

Anna crossed this out, she was going to think about it again. Anyway, gratitude is still necessary.

Karenin came back late that day, he said he wouldn't come back for dinner, and by the time he got home it was ten o'clock, and Anna, who had spent some time making soufflé during the day, was asleep at nine o'clock.

Karenin entered the hall, Kearney brought him his coat, and he was about to go to the second floor when the cook came out, as if she was waiting for him.

"What's wrong?" Karenin asked.

"Oh, sir, although the matter may be of little importance, I thought I would speak to you about it." The cook gathered her hair, generally speaking it is right to be a servant as long as you remember to meddle less in the master's house, but she could not resist the urge to speak for her mistress.

"Go ahead."

Sasha told Karenin about Anna's dessert during the day. She was relieved to observe her husband listening carefully, and she said with a smile, "I know you don't like sweets, but you've really married a good wife."

It was almost the first time for Karenin to hear such words from someone else, and it was a new feeling, mixed with pride, emotion, and even a vague sense of pride.

But he did not intend to show it, such as Karenin, but also a slightly reserved nod of knowledge and recognition.

Karenin went up the revolving escalator to the second floor, he pushed open his wife's bedroom, or should I say, their bedroom.

It was impossible to avoid the servants what was happening in this house, and this unnatural thing must have been secretly talked about over the servants' afternoon tea.

His wife most likely does not know this, although it is a little puzzling, but Karenin thought, perhaps the world is not everything to be clear and unambiguous.

As long as it's about his wife, a stereotypical and dogmatic person like Karenin has silently put that kind of theory in his heart, which has become some kind of peculiar principle.

His wife was already asleep, wrapping herself all up inside the covers, against his side of the bed. Her pink cheeks and her sleeping expression all pointed to one thing: she was happy.

This happiness, which could be seen without words, directly infected Karenin.

He did something that he never would have done before.

He sat on the edge of the bed and kissed his little wife, as if indirectly, kissing the traces of happiness.

It was dawn and Anna woke up.

Karenin was not next to her, she was a little lost, and then noticed a letter on the pillow belonging to Karenin.

Anna opened it and looked at it, then couldn't help but giggle.

"The category of favorite sweets can contain the option of blueberries in it."

That night, Anna finished her acknowledgement, and Karenin, he had a blueberry pie all to himself.

Like now, in this small box, Anna looked at her husband.

He was sitting a little more casually than at his desk, but he still looked proper compared to ordinary people, always maintaining a government official's grooming.

"Do you have any questions? Anna." Karenin took his eyes off the official documents and his blue eyes looked at Anna.

"No." Anna smiled a little.

Karenin moved his eyes over his own official papers again, and he still felt someone's eyes glued to him until five minutes later.

"Are you sure there aren't any questions?"

"No." Anna finished and then spoke again, "Maybe there is one."

"You can ask." Karenin's fingers pressed on the page and lifted his head slightly. He spoke in a calm voice, with little rise and fall in his tone, without seeming hard, perhaps because his blue eyes under long lashes were gazing intently at someone else, and that gaze was not tinged with scrutiny.

"I noticed you're not wearing glasses."

"I'm not nearsighted."

"I," Anna licked her lips, then smiled a little coyly, "I was just thinking about what it would be like if you wore glasses."

"I don't think that would make any difference." Karenin lowered his eyes, indicating that the conversation was over for the moment.

Anna felt some regret.

She looked out the window and rested her right hand on her cheek.

They had been two hours from Petersburg, and the rolling hills, which at first had called for excitement, were now somewhat flat.

The sky was a pale blue, reflecting some birch trees sticking up like sentinels, which, though inconspicuous now, would be lush and green and beautiful in spring.

She unconsciously folded her hands, sideways, while knocking at these bland light, while smiling.

Used to the busyness of modern society, life was a little overwhelming at first, but now, everything is fine.

What Anna didn't know was that despite her decision not to disturb her husband, it was clear that Karenin himself was no longer able to concentrate.

His head was tilted slightly to the side in Anna's direction, his high nose cut by the sunlight in a delicate and elegant curve. The eyelashes were not thick nor curled, half closed, revealing the same light blue inside as the sky.

He looked at his fiancée for a long, long time, knowing that the other seemed to be asleep.

Karenin got up and draped a facecloth blanket over Anna's body.

He made sure Anna wouldn't wake up for a while as he sat down, before moving his eyes again and concentrating on immersing his thoughts in the official document.

Anna didn't know how long she had been asleep; she woke up to a gentle shaking.

"Did I fall asleep?" She tried to rub her eyes, but was stopped.

Karenin took out his own handkerchief and handed it to her.

"Dr. Grachov told me to do this to reduce my chances of being approached by the disease."