Miss Michel knew the answer, and the best result was the man in front of her.
Thinking of this, he tightly held the cushion beside him with his palm, a little panicked and apprehensive, but also a little lucky—
Thank God, even if she can't be with her lover, she finally has a chance to be happy...
The old guard didn't know which store Hathaway was going to, but he provided the name of "Uzwil Avenue" in full. This street is just a very ordinary street in the southern area of Nolan City, with apartment buildings, shops, clubs and other buildings on both sides. The street starts from the banks of the Rhone River and ends under a marble building at a bustling five-fork intersection, so it is not a very long street.
At this time, the setting sun had already appeared in the western sky, and there were gradually more pedestrians getting off work on the street. It was inconvenient for the carriage to turn into Uzwil Avenue, so Jenkins and Miss Michael had to get out of the car at the intersection.
The two had no specific destination, so they walked together from one end of Uzwil Avenue to the other.
There are many pedestrians, but it is not very difficult to walk through it. Jenkins turned his head to look at the shops on both sides as he walked, hoping to find his familiar fiery red hair as soon as possible.
"Speaking of which, this is the first time I have come to this street."
This is a lie. I passed by here when I slipped away from the last time I fought against the Blesser of the Witch's House on the bank of the Rhone.
"It's my first time here too. After all, Nolan City is one of the largest cities on the west coast of the mainland. Even if we grew up in this city, we couldn't walk through every street."
As she spoke, she looked at the red-roofed two-story building beside her. The signboard of the law firm was hung on the top floor of the small building, but due to the age, the letters on the signboard were incomplete, and the remaining letters spelled a very dirty word.
"I don't know what Miss Hesha wants here..."
Chocolate stood quietly on Jenkins' shoulders, and even by the standards of feline creatures, its sense of balance was amazing. When passing by the glass window of the bookstore, the figure of the cat was also reflected on the glass. It waved its paw at the cat in the glass, and the cat in the reflection also waved its paw.
Mademoiselle Michael laughed at this scene.
Neither of them realized that they were more like a couple shopping together than looking for someone. Therefore, it is a good thing for the two of them not to find Hathaway for the time being.
Continuing to walk forward, Jenkins looked away from the graffiti on the wall beside him, and then saw a flower seller in front of him. It can be regarded as deep winter now, and the price of fresh flowers is extremely expensive, so flower girls on the street are no longer as common as in summer.
In fact, it was the first flower girl Jenkins saw after Phinemy Fishford gave up her career as a flower girl.
He subconsciously stopped in his tracks. Seeing Miss Michel at the side cast an inquiring gaze, he kept telling himself in his heart:
"There is nothing to be afraid of, just a mortal, go forward!"
But the actual behavior was to look around in a panic, and then as if he had found a life-saving straw, he suddenly pointed to the cloakroom in front left and said:
"Excuse me, Miss Michel, but it suddenly occurred to me to buy a new hat. Look, there is a shop here. Can I spare you a moment?"
If another man made such a request on this occasion, Miss Michel would definitely believe that he had ulterior motives. But she knew what kind of man Jenkins Williams was, so she smiled and nodded in agreement.
From the corner of the eye again, he saw the flower girl walking towards this side. Jenkins hastily walked two steps forward, and then pushed open the door of the cloakroom shop in front of Miss Michel to invite her in.
He didn't want to spend money on another hat at all, but it would be too suspicious to walk in and look around before going out. Pretending to be serious about shopping in the store, thinking that the flower girl should have gone far away, he bought the cheapest black top hat.
This is a relatively high-end cloakroom shop. Part of the surface of the top hat is made of silk. The price of a hat is enough to make Jenkins feel that he has suffered a big loss.
Again he apologized to Mademoiselle Michael for wasting time, asked the clerk for change, took two coppers out of his pocket and put them on the counter as a tip.
Just as he was about to open the door and go out, the shop door was pushed open from the outside.
The young girl who came in had beautiful big (harmonious) wavy hair, Jenkins had seen her at the Royal Opera House last Sunday, and it was Miss Jennifer Lawrence.
"Jennifer!"
"Oh, Britney, what a coincidence to meet you here."
Miss Lawrence did not know Jenkins, and the two had never met formally. But after Miss Michel's introduction, she immediately understood that this was the new nobleman who was in the limelight recently. In the salons and parties of young people, the topic about William was very popular.
She was a little surprised that Miss Michael would appear here with such a man at this point in time, but her good upbringing made her know that she couldn't ask this question no matter what.
Even more coincidentally, Miss Lawrence met Hathaway at the other end of Uzwil Avenue more than ten minutes ago. The latter was looking for the latest sheet music in a bookstore at the time, and the two chatted about today's weather.
"So Hathaway is still there now?"
Miss Michel asked impatiently.
"Sorry, Britney. But I think she's gone back in the buggy, and was paying for her new book when I saw her."
"Oh, that's really unlucky."
At this point, Jenkins and Miss Mihail have decided to return directly to Earl Hessa's mansion. After saying goodbye to Miss Lawrence politely, they opened the door and left the cloakroom.
"It seems that our luck is very bad, let's go back now."
While the two were talking, they walked in the direction they had come from, and Miss Michel's face was a little less interested. She wanted to complain to Jenkins about this troublesome afternoon, but she felt that there were some words that were not suitable for him. I was entangled in new things in my heart, until I was suddenly attracted by Jenkins' words:
"Is that Mr. George Liverpool?"
Jenkins sees young Liverpool again, and it's really a stickler. At times Jenkins wondered if he had nothing else to do in his life, and the young man he had met recently was all about Miss Lawrence.
While the law does not define stalking as illegal, it is definitely not the behavior of a gentleman to do so.