Jenkins turned his head sharply, including the room that was slightly dim because the gas lamp was not turned on, into his field of vision:
"The bottom of the bed is too narrow, the sound of opening the window will arouse suspicion, and the shelter under the table is not strong, unless I'm crazy if I hide under the quilt!"
He grabbed the cat that was trying to jump on the bed, then bent down and got into the closet, and closed the closet door when the door opened to a gap.
It was dark immediately, and there was a strange smell in the closet, but now Jenkins' attention was mainly on his hearing, he could hear footsteps outside.
Carefully shifting the position a little, Jenkins looked outside with his wide right eye through the gap in the closet door.
The person who came was indeed Britney Mihail. She pouted and walked into the bedroom with a displeased face, looked around, walked to the window and opened the fabric lace curtain that Jenkins had just drawn.
Opening the window, looking at the Westminster River in the distance in the dark night, he was dazed for a moment, then closed the window with a bang, and then sat down on the soft bed.
She was wearing a blue and white dress tonight that was tight only at the waist, but otherwise loose. Due to the angle, Jenkins couldn't see what she was doing at the moment, and could only hear the sound of the maid bringing the refreshments a few minutes later.
Chocolate couldn't be seen in the dark, but it kept rubbing in Jenkins' arms, dissatisfied with the current environment. But the cat was very obedient and didn't make a sound, otherwise things tonight would be pushed to an unimaginable level.
Jenkins can only think of that kind of picture in the development of second-rate fiction, and he definitely doesn't want this kind of thing to happen in reality.
Single women's room at night, the man hides in the closet, and the visiting lover sits in the bed. This scene seems to have been able to be written in the so-called chivalrous novels. But Jenkins is not a writer on that kind of subject, he is a pure fairy tale writer!
Hathaway also came back 20 minutes later, maybe when she was downstairs, the maid had already told her what happened here, so after the lady stomped upstairs, she hugged another lady skillfully, Did not show the slightest difference.
But Jenkins always felt that Hathaway glanced at the wardrobe intentionally or unintentionally, and she guessed where Jenkins was.
"What the hell is going on!"
Surrounded by the woman's clothes, the man felt very dissatisfied with this unfortunate situation: "I've only heard of a woman who is a woman letting her lover hide in the closet. How could I encounter such a thing?"
The ladies outside the closet had already closed the bedroom door, and then they talked in low voices, followed by chirping laughter.
Jenkins tried his best to hear what happened outside, but their voices were too low.
A few minutes later, in the rustling sounds, Hathaway, who was half bare-shouldered, was thrown to the bed, and then Miss Michelle also rushed over.
"Gudong~"
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes widened, and he tried to look outside through the gap. While it's morally unethical to do it here, Jenkins is a grown man after all...
But the ladies embracing each other didn't move. Hathaway blushed and said something in Miss Mihail's ear, and then the blushing two left here with bare feet and high heels.
Before leaving, the red-haired lady was waved vigorously in the direction of the window by the left hand behind her. Jenkins immediately understood what she meant. After the door was deliberately closed by the woman, he immediately walked out of the closet with his things, and tiptoed to the window with the cat in his arms. Seeing no one outside, he jumped to the window with ease. On the side of the tree, and then quickly left the courtyard.
He ran all the way to the dark street corner, where he could never see Hathaway's residence, before he dared to hold his knees and gasped for breath.
I don't know if it's because I was suffocated in the closet, or if I ran too fast, or if the contents of the glimpse just now remained in my mind.
"Damn, calm down!"
He pinched himself hard, and finally calmed down.
It was late at night, and the dark streets were deserted. Jenkins let out a sharp breath, then sealed what happened just now in his mind, picked up the sleepy cat, carried his bag of things, and walked quickly into the alley.
For him, the scene just now was a bit too exciting. At the same time, seeing the picture of the two ladies embracing each other, he actually felt... well, jealous.
"Don't be crazy, Jenkins."
He said this to himself, making up his mind to avoid such things in the future.
There were no strange things encountered along the way, and he returned to his home on St. George Street so safely. Instead, Jenkins, who was used to accidents and more accidents, was a little surprised.
He was not in the mood to do other things tonight, even though he fell asleep for a long time in the afternoon, he was still exhausted after exercising a lot at night.
"Crazy day."
He closed his eyes and thought, and soon fell asleep, followed by an even more exhausting dream.
The next day was Sunday. After waking up, Jenkins stared straight at the ceiling, recalling the shameful dream of last night in his heart.
Through the window, I can see the bright sky and the early morning mist. I woke up too early today, and it is not yet six o'clock.
No sleepiness at all, in order to prevent himself from continuing to think about it, Jenkins fortunately got up early. Chocolate was still curled up asleep, and Jenkins didn't bother it.
After washing up in the bathroom, I happened to see the milkman turning the corner from the second floor. He went downstairs in his pajamas and slippers, talked to the young man, and then walked back to the kitchen with the bottle.
The weather is already very cold, and the milk delivered is very cold and needs to be heated before drinking, otherwise the cat may eat badly.
The newspaper deliveryman also came ten minutes later. He was a middle-aged man in a post office uniform. According to Mrs. Goodman, the neighbor, he had been in charge of delivering newspapers in this block since five years ago. This dark-skinned, vicissitude-looking man is also familiar to Jenkins, because the letters sent to him are the most in this area, and those are letters from enthusiastic readers.
There is no important news in the newspapers. In the eyes of ordinary people, the most serious problems facing Nolan City are winter heating, steam pipeline renovation, and changes in vegetable prices. Xu Shi, the editor of the newspaper, also felt that this issue of the daily newspaper was too boring, so he actually used a lot of space to report on the serial murders that took place in Percival, Derbershire.
Nolan City does not belong to any county. Although it is small in size, its population and economy are comparable to any county in the south. In addition to its extremely important military position, the mayor of Nolan City is directly responsible to the parliament and the royal family. .
PS: Jenkins is awakening.
Another: Some people are looking forward to some 'good news' content. To clarify, the protagonist of this book, the cat lover Jenkins, is definitely a normal adult male. Persisting Yang Wei is the label of the male pig's feet in Japanese light novels, not this book. Since it is an overhead world similar to the Victorian period, some plots must be close to the customs of that era, such as chaotic relationships between men and women, lovers and mistresses, so as not to make a play. Some people really want to see no heroine, but judging from the background of the times, it is impossible. Unless Jenkins becomes a male pig's feet in Japanese light novels, or is more nerdy than his current life trajectory, he will definitely come into contact with women. Regardless of whether you are inclined to have no heroine, single heroine or multiple heroines, you can express your opinions as much as possible—I won’t change the plot anyway.
slipped away.