Anna thought that her life would be relatively peaceful, but in the second week, waves were caused.
"It's time for you to go," said Mr. Roman, looking very annoyed. He was not addressing Anna, but Mr. Prokhov.
It all started with a dress that Mr. Roman made for Elisa, and now it was worn on another person in advance.
Obviously, someone had leaked out the design draft of this dress in advance.
Mr. Roman himself is naturally impossible, and Anna, she has never been allowed to touch, of course, the object of suspicion falls on Mr. Prokhov.
"I think..." Anna wanted to argue for Mr. Prokhov. After all, she thought Mr. Prokhov was a good person, and it seemed unnecessary for him to do so. But Mr Roman stopped her.
"Pavel, how long have you been here before you dare to defend him?" Mr. Roman said coldly, his green eyes darkened.
Anna choked.
Mr. Prokhov clenched his fists and looked a bit like an angry lion.
"I didn't do such a nasty thing."
"No, I don't care about this anymore. It's just that, in order to avoid such a thing from happening again, I think it's better for you to leave." Mr. Roman said expressionlessly.
"Leave, now."
"You are insulting me," said Mr. Prokhov with some bitterness. "You know that I can accept any other kind of unkindness, but this one, this one..."
"If you think this is insulting, I apologize." Mr. Roman said coldly, he pursed his lips, and looked a little pale because he was too hard.
"I think I'm the one who is so unlucky." Mr. Roman stood up straight, as if it was his only support.
"I thought I only had to worry about my treasure being stolen, but obviously there's more to it than that."
He had already laid the blame on Prokhov inside and outside the words, using the most mocking tone.
"Stop it!" growled Mr. Prokhov.
"I'll find out the truth." He dropped this sentence, and ran out regardless of Anna's dissuasion.
"Do something." Mr. Goldman said, and then went to the warehouse.
Ana stood at the counter, slowly digesting the incident. An hour later, when Mr. Goldman came out, she asked in a low voice, "You obviously didn't believe that Prokhov did it, did you?"
Mr. Goldman glanced at her: "I asked you to come because I care about these things?"
Anna decided to keep her mouth shut for now.
That afternoon, Mr. Goldman behaved normally, and Anna felt that her instinct was right, but she couldn't figure out why the former would do that.
She went home and told Karenin about it.
Karenin had just returned at that time, and there was a little moisture on his overcoat. Recently, Petersburg has always been lingering with light rain. And when it rains, diplomacy doesn't always go very well.
"Wait a minute, Anna." Karenin said, with tired shadows in the corners of his eyes.
"Are you tired, Alexei?"
"It's just the weather." Karenin kissed her raised fingers, ready to touch his cheek.
They are in the bedroom right now.
Anna stood on tiptoe and stubbornly took the temperature of the other person's forehead with the back of her hand.
"No fever." She breathed a sigh of relief.
Karenin seemed to suddenly understand something, and said with a straight face, "Of course I'm not sick."
Anna smiled: "But you look very tired. How about taking a hot bath before eating today? I'll ask Kearney to delay dinner for a while."
Karenin accepted the proposal with a slight nod of his head.
Anna put the day's affairs aside, after all, Karenin was always more important to her.
"Before the water is ready, you can sit here first, and I will give you a big soft pillow." Anna took Karenin's hand, placed Karenin in place, and stuffed a pillow in his arms like a child. big pillows.
"I don't need it," Karenin said, without actually letting go of the pillow.
"You need it." Anna said with certainty.
She walked into the bathroom, and instead of letting Anushka do these things, she rolled up her sleeves and filled the bathtub with hot water.
And Karenin's eyes just kept moving with her until she walked into the bathroom and couldn't see it.
Something soft wasn't Karenin's choice, but if he was already in the place, a little rubbing wouldn't be too bad.
Karenin was leaning on the pillow, his consciousness became a little hazy, and he almost fell asleep, until a soft little hand touched his cheek, which woke him up.
"Ah, don't stare at me, I won't steal your wallet." Anna smiled lowly.
"You need a shower and I'll give you a back squeeze."
"Anna, you seem to treat me like a baby." Karenin pointed out that instead of relying on his wife's hand, he stood up by himself. Although there was still a trace of tiredness between his brows, he had become more energetic at the moment. As if to emphasize something.
Although he behaved as usual and didn't seem to need help, judging from the movement of unbuttoning his cuffs before he reached the bathroom, Karenin was indeed falling into a period of fatigue and irritability.
The heat and enclosed space in the bathroom keeps the outside cold air out and warms the surroundings. Karenin took a bath for a while, was thinking about some business matters with his eyes closed, and then heard a knock on the door.
Karenin himself was stunned for a moment, not knowing what words to use.
"Please come in?" I always feel that it is not suitable for the current situation. He has no such habit and will be disturbed while taking a bath.
"May I come inside?"
When his wife's voice came, Karenin could only say yes.
When the door opened, he realized that Anna was raising her head slightly, her eyes trying to look up, and she closed the door with her back to him. She was still wearing her strange suit, the trousers and sleeves rolled up, revealing her smooth white calves and arms.
"I'll rub your back." Anna said, standing up straight, as if afraid of being rejected, and added, "This way you will sleep better."
"I won't peek!" Anna swore, raising her hand, and then she heard a faint laugh.
"Come here, Anna."
With the sound of water, Anna turned around and saw Karenin with his back to her, with a bath towel covering his lower body, and the warm water almost made everything hazy.
Anna breathed a sigh of relief, trying not to blush.
She moved a small mat and sat down, looking around Karenin's broad shoulders.
Ana had seen men's shapes, even naked ones, but it was different. When seeing other people's bodies, what you think of is just work, but the one in front of you is more direct. Like, you can see the continuous emotion through the body in front of you.
Although Karenin had a thinner physique, he could still feel the difference between males and females after taking off his clothes.
As a civil servant, Karenin's skin color is relatively fair, but his wrist and neck are still two relatively clear colors.
The shoulder blades are not particularly protruding, but there is also a gully in the middle of the two sides, the muscles are tense, and it is still warm to the touch, as if you can feel the blood vessels flowing underneath.
"Anna?"
The man tilted his cheek slightly, as if he was a little puzzled.
Only then did Anna wake up, she slapped herself lightly in her heart, and cursed: "Woman!
"Okay, I'm going to start." Anna said, putting her slender fingers on the side of the other's neck, and then felt a little stiffness in the muscles there, and then relaxed.
Anna suddenly realized something, so she let go of her hands, stopped them in mid-air, and asked, "Are you afraid that I will touch here?"
There was a sound of splashing water, and the hand that Anna had just removed was pulled by a slippery fingertip, and then put back on Karenin's shoulder.
"Come on." Karenin said in a low voice, and he relaxed his body and leaned against the edge of the bathtub. He closed his eyes. Although the eyelashes were not as thick as women's, they were very slender. There is a little blue shadow under the eyes, heavy, which is a trace of fatigue.
Anna felt that at this moment, her heart was as soft as cotton candy.
Her soft little hands pinched the other's somewhat stiff muscles, and the steam in the bathroom continued to steam, turning the white skin into a light pink.
About ten minutes later, Karenin lightly rested on Anna's fingertips and moved them away.
"All right, Anna," he said.
Anna responded, she turned and went out, but did not go far, standing there by the door.
She bit her lip, not knowing why she was standing here, and just as she was about to leave, the bathroom door opened.
"What are you doing here?" There was a hoarse voice.
Anna turned around sharply, and replied dryly: "Nothing." Then she raised her head, a little stunned by the sight in front of her.
A bit of warm steam rushed towards her face. When Anna raised her eyes, she saw the other party's sand-gold nightgown, and the skin on her chest was transpired into a bright pink.
Karenin's gaze fell following Anna's gaze, then he raised his right hand, pressed it against the corner of his lips slightly, and coughed lightly.
Ana turned sharply again, almost on the same limb.
"I, I'm going to tell Kearney..."
"etc."
"Why, what's the matter?" Anna froze. Then she suddenly realized that the ground was a little far away from her. She subconsciously stretched out her hand and wrapped it around his neck, looking at her husband with big eyes.
"Why are you barefoot again?" Karenin said, holding his wife's inner knee with his left hand. The water droplets that splashed in the bathroom just now splashed crystal clear on her calf.
"That's right, bare feet." Anna began to stammer again. Then she saw a smile in Karenin's blue eyes.
"Don't go barefoot next time," Karenin whispered.
He carried Anna to the bed, put her on it, then turned around and went to the bathroom to get a pair of clean hair, squatted down, supported her calf, and carefully wiped the water droplets on it.
Anna looked at each other, and from her angle, she could just see Karenin's profile.
Dark eyebrows, clean and well-groomed without much trimming. The eyes are very delicate. When I was young, I must have looked like a girl. The nose was straight, the color of ivory, and very smooth. Lips, the lips are relatively thin, and they are habitually pursed tightly. Some colors, when they relax, they appear softer because the color is lighter.
After all the water droplets on her calf were wiped off, Anna said softly, "Alexey, I'm really, really touched now."
Karenin raised his head, a little dazed, because there was a glimmer of water in his wife's eyes.