So it came to Saturday. Early in the morning, Hathaway and Britney came to the club where they used to spend their time. While talking about the victory of the Battle of the Broken Isles, they enjoyed this peaceful morning.
Britney's stay-at-home order was canceled due to Mrs. Michael's recent happy relationship, so she could come out with Hathaway, otherwise she would have to stay at home and read a book.
"Jenkins..."
At this moment, the blond girl was holding the newspaper, her face was a little ugly. Hathaway understands her behavior very well, because the third page of the Nolan Daily, which is the page that often reports lace news, has a photo of Jenkins and Dolores Stuart standing side by side. Although Jenkins' face was blurred in the photo, the content of the news undoubtedly pointed out that Mr. Nolan, a writer who was born as a commoner, had a relationship with the princess of the neighboring royal family.
After nearly a week, social news from neighboring countries finally reached Nolan.
"He seems to be doing pretty well in a foreign country."
It took Briney a long time to speak, and the tone of sarcasm was quite strong.
Hathaway knew about this a long time ago. In fact, before the reception, Jenkins asked her some social and etiquette opinions. She basically knows all the non-illegal things about Jenkins now, and accepts Jenkins' scumbag behavior, so she doesn't get too angry or disgusted.
"I didn't expect him to have a relationship with a real princess. This is really... I think it should be a coincidence. The Jenkins we know doesn't have such means."
Even though Hathaway felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, she now had to say something nice for Jenkins, which made her feel even more wonderful. Glancing quietly at the closet at the end of the room, he picked up his teacup and took a sip after saying this, cleverly covering up his emotions.
"If Britney knew that Jenkins lived in the house of Her Royal Highness, I don't know if she would be even more angry."
She was thinking in her heart, and at the same time, she was also thinking about whether this matter would affect her "plan".
"He's not that kind of guy, but men change. Jenkins has seen more things, and one day he will become the kind of man we all hate."
Briney said this, without noticing the tone, which was no longer the tone when commenting on the affairs of normal male friends.
"So when he comes back, are you going to question him?"
Hathaway asked.
"Of course I have to question...Of course I have to ask him about his experience in Ruen. I have never been to the Northland. The winter there must be beautiful."
Hearing the ridicule in Hathaway's tone, Britney hurriedly changed her words, and then picked up her own teacup to hide her expression.
"Speaking of which, we only knew Jenkins for half a year, right?"
Hathaway said again.
"Is it only half a year? It feels like two or three years have passed. Since I became an adult, I have never felt that time passes so slowly."
The blond girl replied, because she was worried that Hathaway would see her flaws, and she was a little guilty when she spoke.
"The first time I saw Jenkins at Papa's at the end of last summer, he blushed when we talked to him."
Speaking of this, Hathaway chuckled lightly, thinking of that scene Britney also showed a smile on her face.
"A few days ago, I received a letter from Jenkins from Ruen. He heard that I had encountered a fire outside the city, and he wrote a letter to comfort me."
"Really? May I read the letter?"
Hathaway asked curiously. In fact, a small half of the letter was written with her help.
It wasn't long before a knock on the door interrupted the conversation, and Britney went out to greet the friends when their friends arrived, giving Jenkins a chance to emerge from the closet. He came to see the red-haired girl very early this morning and wanted to tell her about the illusion of doomsday. Unexpectedly, Britney also came very early. He could only hide in the closet and was forced to eavesdrop on their conversation .
"Before you come back, you must think about how to deal with Britney's questioning."
She emphasized it again to Jenkins, tapped his chest sharply, and moaned, clutching her forehead:
"I didn't expect that there would be such a day, and I would actually want to emphasize this kind of thing to you."
"I know it's all my fault."
Jenkins whispered, and then quickly explained the doomsday illusion. In order to prevent Hathaway from suspecting that he was Mr. Candle, the news was of course heard from the church, and the church heard it from Miss Audrey. heard.
"The church has made big moves in recent days, so it must keep a low profile recently."
he concluded.
"You, too, feel like you're in a hurry every day and don't know what to do. Be careful."
The two embraced lightly, and Jenkins keenly heard the footsteps outside the corridor, and after saying goodbye in a low voice, he disappeared and left. Hathaway had a sad expression on her face, but she still had to calm down and greet Britney and her friends with a smile.
The church did not take action on this Saturday, and Jenkins did not stay in Nolan for too long in order to avoid entering the illusion of doomsday.
He spent an hour at the top of the Tower Bridge where he met Miss Magic last time, sitting on this commanding height overlooking the noisy and messy city, observing every aspect of the city that can be seen with real eyes. corner. He returned to Loen after confirming that there were no new discoveries, but he was ready to participate in Nolan's affairs at any time.
That evening, a man in low-key clothes delivered a letter and left. The letter was later sent to Jenkins. Jenkins thought it was a letter from a reader of Ruen, but after opening it, he discovered that it was a letter from Earl Biden, Fidetic Terry's envoy. He invited Jenkins to have a drink at a bistro in town tonight, making a point of dressing low-key.
"What does it mean?"
Jenkins shook the letter with one hand, and stroked the cute chocolate lying on his lap with the other. During the month Ruen lived in, Chocolate’s meals had been greatly improved, but he didn’t gain any weight because of it. It was exactly the same as when Jenkins first “picked up” it at the intersection of Privet Drive. Doubt and envy.
"There is probably something very important that I want to talk to you in private."
Dolores said this, and glanced at her teacher quietly, she guessed what Earl Biden might say. And if the earl really took a great risk and told Jenkins the story of the Williams family, then all the previous plans would go wrong, which Dolores didn't want to see.