Britney answered in a low voice, and Jenkins believed that no one but himself could hear him standing behind her.
"Oh, so...it's you."
Mr. Writer doesn't know how to describe his mood at this time:
"So... who is Hathaway's dance partner?"
Hearing this question, the blond girl raised her head again, and the expression on her face was hard to read:
"Hathaway's partner, of course you..."
"Well... so..."
Jenkins really didn't know what to say, his partner was Britney, and Hathaway's partner was him... He never knew, he could do this.
"So, your partner is Hathaway?"
Jenkins asked again.
"Yes, that's it."
The blond girl nodded slightly, and suddenly leaned forward to get closer to Jenkins, but was held back by Hathaway who appeared behind her at some point:
"Stand up, Britney, you and Jenkins will get hurt if you don't stand up."
the girl warned.
After Britney and Hathaway finished picking up their jewelry, Jenkins was sent back to the store to do his own business. He still didn't know what style of jewelry he should make, and the old craftsman immediately suggested that he seek advice from his friends.
"What you said makes sense!"
Jenkins suddenly realized.
"Of course, I've seen a lot of things like this."
The old craftsman nodded while touching Jenkins' rough stone, and asked again:
"Do you really want to ask the opinions of two people before making a decision?"
Re-reading "Two People", this is a kind reminder to Jenkins, but he didn't notice it.
"Of course, the more people, the better, so that you can make better decisions."
Jenkins affirmed this, and then the old craftsman looked at him a little strangely.
Even if Jenkins was introduced by the old man, it would not be able to speed up the speed at which the jeweler processed this rough stone. But Troian promised that he would be able to finish the work in at least two weeks, and gave Jenkins a note with his stamp on it as proof of pickup.
It was almost eleven o'clock when they left the store, and the two girls invited Jenkins to lunch, and he happened to have no suitable place to eat, so he didn't refuse.
During the lunch, Britney overheard a rumor she had heard from her father that the royal family was considering elevating Jenkins to the rank of viscount in recognition of his enormous service to the kingdom in the Fabry scam.
"Okay, I get it now."
Jenkins behaved very calmly. Although there was no news from the church, Miss Stuart had informed him of this as early as a week ago.
The place where the three of them ate was a rather high-end restaurant, which can be seen from the amount of consumption. But it is commendable that the restaurant actually prepares extra seats for guests' pets, that is, small baskets supported by extremely high wooden legs, covered with comfortable blankets, and blocked by wooden fences to prevent pets Rush to the table.
Jenkins admired this kind of thing very much, and planned to get one in the kitchen when he got home, so that he didn't need to let chocolate be eaten on the dinner table.
snap~
When the three were chatting happily, a strange voice came from under Chocolate. Then the pet seat collapsed from bottom to top. If Chocolate hadn't jumped onto the table nimbly, it would most likely have fallen off.
The commotion here quickly caught the attention of the restaurant manager, who attributed the accident to a defective structure of the chair, bowed and apologized to the three, and promised to treat the meal to him.
By the time they got to the corner table, Jenkins had dismissed the idea of buying such things, and the chocolate was once again allowed to sit by Jenkins' hand for dinner.
Today, almost a month after the release of Jenkins' second book, the conversation between the three somehow brought up the subject.
Britney still showed extreme enthusiasm for the book, and she was almost the only one talking after the topic opened. It can be seen that she has read "Frozen" more than once, and her analysis of details is even better than the author Jenkins... half of the authors.
"Probably succeeded. After all, I met the postman in the St. George Street neighborhood recently. He complained to me that so many letters are being forwarded to my hands every day."
"Do you still throw those letters from readers directly into the stove?"
Hathaway asked softly.
"Almost, although I will take a look at every letter, but the number is really too big."
Having said that, Jenkins couldn't help raising his hand to cover his forehead:
"I just don't have time to deal with that stuff, or write everyone back."
Chocolate doesn't like those letters either, because someone always sprinkles weird perfumes in the envelopes, and the cat's overly sensitive sense of smell determines that it hates those things.
In fact, the only perfume Chocolate currently likes is the bottle made by Jenkins. But unfortunately, after investing in the mining business, Mr. Writer thought he was rich. He is a contented man, so the plan to produce perfume that had been planned in the past was put on hold indefinitely.
He knows what he wants, so he won't pursue mundane finances excessively. Although having money in hand is also helpful for self-improvement, it is easy to put the cart before the horse if you are not careful.
"I heard that in the letters you received, some people would stuff some handkerchiefs or clothes."
Blaine asked with interest.
"Yes Yes."
Speaking of this, Jenkins is bored. He is a relatively clean person, and women's underwear is probably not very clean, and he is afraid of polluting the air in the room even if he throws it into the stove and burns it.
It's not that he doesn't understand the meaning of those clothes, but in this backward and disorderly era, who knows if the owner of the clothes will have strange diseases. And thinking of this, Jenkins felt sick looking at the white salad dressing in front of him.
Sensing this emotion, the cat stretched out its paws in an attempt to steal the veal steak in front of Jenkins, but Jenkins' hand was faster and held the cat down.
"Why don't you hire a secretary? I mean, since you don't want to have a personal servant or housekeeper, at least a secretary is okay. For you now, whether it is social status or personal property, you must above the middle class.”
That's Britney's take, and it sounds right, but Jenkins would never allow any stranger into his life. He will strictly keep his secrets, and anyone who might snoop will be wiped out by him.