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"Will it be cold?" Karenin asked.
"It's okay." Anna shook her head, opening her eyes to wake herself up.
The carriage arranged by Karenin was already waiting at the door. The coachman put the luggage on it and said hello to Karenin, who seemed to be old acquaintances.
"I heard that you are married, sir, this is Madam."
The coachman was not tall, but his arms looked very strong. From the clothes, it seems that the family is not very good, but it is clean and the smile is not restrained.
"Yes, Binoche," Karenin replied.
"Hello, Mr. Binoche." Anna said with a smile.
That Mr. Binoche had big eyes, and he greeted Anna with a smile.
Anna and Karenin were sitting in the carriage, and they were walking towards the hotel where they were going to stay for a while.
It is said to be a hotel, but it is also a relatively high-end one, quiet, and there are many officials who are similar to Karenin. The first floor is the lobby and club, and the second and third floors are where they live.
Karenin reserved the third place near the corner, which is a bit of a detour, but very quiet.
It was a suite, and it must be incomparable with Karenin's house, but it was also relatively large. In addition to the bedroom and living room, there are separate bathroom facilities.
Karenin tipped the waiter, while Anna was unpacking their luggage.
This behavior was a bit strange, no lady would organize these things by herself, but Anna wanted to do it herself, and Karenin didn't comment on it. He was putting his official papers on the table.
Anna hung up the clothes, and Karenin said they could have breakfast first, so the two of them left the bedroom again.
"Poor appetite?"
"A little bit." Anna managed to finish the fruit in front of her, leaving only the sausage.
The sausage wasn't bad, it was even delicious, and Anna was almost sorry.
"Just leave it if you can't eat it. You don't need to force yourself, Anna."
Anna looked up at each other, and said, "Can I really?"
"Okay." Karenin said. After seeing Anna heaved a sigh of relief, he put the side dishes on Anna's plate into his own plate, and ate them without changing his expression.
Anna looked around, but no one noticed them here.
"In the future, can I give you the dishes I don't like?" She asked hopefully, but was rejected.
"No. Picky eaters and inability to consume food are two different things. The former is a bad habit, and the latter is force majeure." Karenin ate the last bite of cauliflower, looked at his little wife with blue eyes lightly, and let her understand , picky eaters are definitely not allowed by the Karenin family.
"All right."
Some disappointed tone.
"I have to go out later, you can take a rest in the suite to relieve the fatigue of the journey."
"Are you going to deal with business now?" Anna asked, Karenin nodded slightly, but did not reveal any more details.
"Then when will you be back? Alexei."
"If things go well, it can end at three o'clock in the afternoon. If there is anything, you can ask someone to come to this place to find me."
Karenin said a place name, and Anna remembered it, but she was sure that she would not disturb her husband easily.
"At noon, you can come to the hall to eat, or let them deliver it."
"I wonder if I still need lunch. I want to take a shower and then sleep for a while." Anna muttered, a tired look dyed the corners of her eyes and brows.
Karenin raised his eyes and said calmly, "From the perspective of health, I still think you'd better not give up lunch. Anna."
"I will try my best to follow your advice, sir." Anna made a mischievous gesture. Karenin raised his eyebrows slightly at this, but finally said nothing.
After Karenin left, Anna, as she said, went to the bathroom to take a shower, feeling that her pores had been stretched, and she almost fell asleep lying in the bathtub.
Her hair was wet, so she wrapped another turban over it.
Because she was tired, she lay down on the bed, took out another book, and wanted to wait for her hair to dry before falling asleep, but she fell asleep within five minutes.
The dream was grotesque, and the messy dream made her sleep unsteadily, but the fatigue of her limbs made her unwilling to wake up. A few hours passed without knowing it.
Karenin ended his trip as quickly as he had expected, and as he left, Mrs. de Marelle's wife, the twenty-five-year-old Madame de Marelle, looked at him with green eyes. Karenin smiled charmingly: "Don't forget that you will bring your wife to the dance the day after tomorrow. We all really want to see her. I heard she is a beauty!"
"I will."
"Dear Karenin, my side is not over yet, if you don't mind, please ask my wife to take you out." M. de Marelle said in his generous voice, he was so fat that when he laughed With barely visible eyes, fifteen years older than Karenin, he is a good-hearted gentleman, but he has little ability, and his young wife is undoubtedly his best helper.
Karenin agreed, and Monsieur de Marelle kissed his wife, and for a short distance showed himself to be very attached to his wife.
"This way, Monsieur Karenin," Madame de Marelle said with a smile, and as she laughed, a small scarlet mole on the right corner of her mouth, embedded with a pear dimple, became more vivid.
Madame de Marelle's maid followed behind, and when she had walked about twenty or thirty meters, Madame de Marelle suddenly said, "Uma, have you seen my ring?"
"No, ma'am."
The maid named Uma saw that the sapphire ring that his wife had always liked was missing.
"Help me to the dressing room to see if there is any. I took it off and probably forgot to put it back on." Madame de Marelle said to her maid in a soft voice. Lenin smiled.
"Sorry to waste your time."
"It's all right, ma'am."
"That's my favorite ring," said Madame de Marelle with a flattering expression.
"It can be seen that you have a habit of turning rings," said Karenin.
Mrs. de Marelle was a little surprised, and then laughed: "You always observe so carefully. At the ball the year before last, you reminded me of the place where the skirt was torn, and I thought you were really a People who observe minute details. Thanks to you, I am not ashamed."
"That's nothing, ma'am."
After arriving at the door, Karenin thanked Mrs. de Marelle again, and then drove towards the hotel in Binoche's carriage.
Karenin returned to the hotel, and then went to the suite on the third floor. When he opened the door, he found that there was no one in the living room. He closed the door and went to the bedroom.
The door of the bedroom was ajar, the light was very dark, and the surrounding was very quiet.
He saw that the quilt was somewhat messy and raised, and his wife was curled up in the tangled quilt, but half of her bare back was still not covered.
Karenin had never slept so deeply, or it should be said that his little wife had the air of falling asleep and not wanting to wake up.
Karenin went over, salvaged part of the quilt, and covered it for Anna.
He took the documents, closed the bedroom door and walked out, and started working on the sofa.
About an hour later, the bedroom door opened.
"How long have you been sleeping? Anna." Karenin closed the official document and asked. For some reason, he was a little curious now.
When Anna woke up, she knew that Karenin was back. The hanging coat was so eye-catching. At first, even she herself blushed at the mess on the bed. She changed her clothes and did a little haircut before she came out.
Now, when asked how long she had slept, she was still a little embarrassed.
"Six hours?"
"You slept for a quarter of the day." Karenin said this conclusion, saying it was ridicule, and his tone was too flat, saying it was a compliment, which is logically impossible. At last she thought nothing of it, pretended that the matter was over, sat down beside Karenin, and asked, "Can we go and eat something now?"
"There is still an hour before the normal meal time."
Anna pursed her lips in disappointment, and then she heard Karenin say again.
"But if you're hungry, we can go eat now."
After he finished speaking, Karenin reaped the bright smile and flushed cheeks of his little wife.
"Did Alexei telegram?" Anna asked as she walked towards the restaurant.
"Yes. Mister doesn't like anyone touching his desk, no matter who it is." The butler replied calmly, his temper was exactly the same as Karenin's.
"You are a good housekeeper." Anna said, and Kearney showed her a slight smile, indicating that he accepted the compliment.
The dinner prepared by the cook was delicious, but Anna still restrained herself from eating too much for dinner. She doesn't want to gain weight. She is still not used to the clothes here, but fortunately she is relatively slender. If she had to wear that kind of waist-stretching clothes all the time like she did on her wedding day, she would really die.
After dinner, Anna read an English novel in her bedroom. It was obviously written by a female writer, and some of the sharp points of view make it almost doubtful that it was also written by a time traveler.
At about ten o'clock Karenin rang the bell and came in. Looking a little tired.
In this era, noble couples slept in separate rooms.
"How is it?" Anna put down her book and walked over to ask.
"It's stabilized." Karenin said, and after seeing Anna's appearance, he frowned slightly, "You should be ready to go to bed, Anna, going to bed late is extremely bad for your health."
"But as far as I know, you don't get ready to go to sleep until half past ten every day." Anna laughed.
Karenin understood Anna's meaning and said, "I must finish all the official documents before ten o'clock, and then keep reading for half an hour."
Anna blinked: "You can come here."
"I mean," she said, looking a little embarrassed, eyelashes fluttering, but finally said, "I want you to sleep next to me, all the time."
"I know it's inappropriate, but I still think, since we're married, why do I have to share a room with my husband?"
Because of embarrassment, Anna's speech speed at the end became very fast. She walked to the bed and patted the four-poster bed that could accommodate at least four people with one hand.
"Look, the bed is big, we don't need to waste it."
She stretched out her hands and patted it again, which was really silly.
"I don't snore when I sleep. I probably don't grind my teeth. Annushka didn't say that I have the habit of talking in my sleep. The bed is also big, so it won't disturb you..."
She repeated again and again that the bed was very big, so that finally the sound became quieter.