Chapter 576 Ch575 Theresa's Mumbling

Chapter 576 Ch.575 Teresa’s thoughts

all in all…

Halida decided to face her fear and see if she could defeat it...a little, barely, even for a few seconds.

She wants to join the "tea party" and become a winged one.

She expressed her thoughts to Roland, although there were a lot of "woofs" and "meows" from Roland with a smile - overall, the communication was smooth.

After all, cats and dogs both have one thing in common.

Rose: Very annoying sometimes.

It sounds simple, but you really need to become a 'qualified' ritualist, and even participate in the follow-up actions of the tea party - an organization with Rose and Xander will never just play poker at night and talk about art and politics.

Halida still needs some exercise.

so.

Just count on Rose.

She is more authoritative than anyone else when it comes to training 'guts'.

'Start with the simplest thing first,' she told Halida: 'When you can hold on to a dozen pieces of jewelry without changing your expression, ask about the price, and say you "don't want any of them," then you won't feel embarrassed at all - then , I will teach you how to take them home without spending a penny. ’

Roland hurriedly stopped her: 'I hope you can train her courage and not teach her to steal. ’

‘Stealing is the best way to train your courage, Roland. Don't you know that the most famous love saint is also the most shameless? ’

‘I have never heard such a saying. ’

'I made it up, based on you. ’

Anyway.

Halida and Rose will be busy recently.

Good luck to both winged ones (one prep)?

Roland was not worried about Rose and Halida being caught, because Roland had heard of the store she chose.

They are all the property of the Shelley family.

I wonder what Mr. James Shelley would think...

After this matter was over, Roland began to have some free time again.

He was wearing a blanket at home all day and was annoying. One moment he was lying on the sofa asking Yam for tea, and the next moment he interrupted when old Collins was organizing the medicine cabinet, causing him to count the wrong number.

On the other hand, a 'strange' letter came from Randolph: there were a few large, crooked characters on the letter, which made Roland smile when he saw it.

"Come!"

"Think, I you! Think!"

Randolph's handwriting is at the back.

"My benefactor! Guess who wrote this?!"

"Come on! I'll wait for you at home!"

Obviously.

Beatrice is going to 'grow up' again.

In the afternoon after Roland received the letter, he drove to the house. The whole Taylor house was like a festival, and every servant had a smile on his face:

According to Teresa, Randolph gave all the servants an extra pay today.

To celebrate the first time my sister wrote a complete word.

"This is indeed cause for celebration. I think it won't be long before Betty will be writing to her brother, urging him to buy this and that for her."

Following Teresa, Roland crossed the path that had recently been repaired.

"Just like a real lady." The old maid smiled. She was in a good mood no matter what she saw all day: "It's a miracle, Mr. Collins. I hope the lady can marry a decent gentleman like other girls. Give birth to children, have your own family, and live a beautiful and happy life..."

She looked at Randolph and Betty like her own children.

This is the only thing she has been looking forward to in her entire life.

"I promise, Teresa. If the All-Father doesn't agree, I'll knock on the door myself and ask."

Teresa gave Roland an angry look: "Don't talk like that. Don't you, who often deal with faith, not respect the gods very much?"

"Only him."

"I just want you not to worry."

"Don't worry, don't worry. If you really want me not to worry, you should be more qualified, more decent, abide by etiquette and rules..." She began to think about who else could be at the center of the topic.

"...That shabby woman has written a lot backwards recently. I think it's all a waste of ink, painted on paper, and it's not as good-looking as Betty's paintings."

Roland suppressed a laugh.

"...I really don't know what's so good about that, what art, what stories, the father of all things, does it mean that you are a poet or a writer if you can write? I'm not that old-fashioned, and I don't say that women really can't do this job - but her? I I don’t see anything like a writer anymore…”

Suppressing laughter.

hold back…

Didn't hold it back.

Roland couldn't help but think of Randolph's miserable face - he could only do nothing to Theresa. He always walked quickly in front with a cold and arrogant look, while Theresa murmured and chased after him. .

Just like the young eagle with its head held high and its mother eagle that he misses helplessly.

Roland had seen this scene no less than ten times.

"Oh, it is indeed humorous, isn't it? I think you can spend more time teasing Betty with other women. Mr. Roland Collins, you already have a warm and happy family, and an elegant and gentle wife."

Roland:......

"Keep laughing."

"I'm not old enough, madam." Roland puffed up his cheeks and interrupted: "I smell fresh flowers and plants - there are new plants planted in the yard? What are they?"

Teresa squinted: "They are some insignificant flowers, Mr. Roland Collins. They symbolize a 'good marriage'."

Roland:......

Teresa is an extremely conservative maid, and her speech is consistent with Roland's impression of her.

Anyway.

In the short time from the door to the main room, Roland truly experienced the torture Randolph suffered on a daily basis - God bless his housekeeper, his housekeeper was not like this.

etc.

His housekeeper certainly didn't do that.

-

From this point of view, there are advantages to hiring a butler who can't speak clearly.

"You're too hellish."

Randolph and Beatrice were warming themselves by the fire.

The brother and sister stayed at the low table by the fireplace, sitting on the carpet, grabbing their pens and smearing ink everywhere.

Bronte stood quietly, watching Randolph and his sister tenderly.

This scene looks more like a family.

Teresa…

Angrier too.

The old maid, who was strong and could run faster than a horse, started coughing as soon as she entered the room. She coughed so violently that she almost vomited out her lungs.

"Cough cough cough cough cough -"

Roland almost died laughing.

"Look who's here!"

Randolph pinched his sister's little cheek, got up from the carpet, opened his arms, and gave Roland a solid hug——

He planned to pat Roland on the back, hold him in his arms and chat about business matters, walk arm-in-arm to the fireplace like old friends, invite him to sit down, and let the maid pour him tea to warm him up.

Have some cookies or something.

Randolph had it planned in his head.

But before he could take the shot, the back of his shirt was grabbed by a small hand.

He held on tighter and harder, causing a loose shirt to suddenly become tight.

"...It's my turn." Beatrice opened her big eyes and stared at her brother hugging Roland. She pointed at Roland and then at herself, "It's my turn."

Randolph: ...

"Yes, it's your turn, Betty." Roland pushed Randolph away with a look of disgust, half-knelt down, smiled and hugged Beatrice: "I miss you and your brother, I miss Teresa and Bob. The fire at Lunt and Taylor—it all warms me, Beatrice."

"haven't seen you for a long time."