Always in Love with You novel Chapter 207

Polly was right. The call from Lucy was not to ask about the details, but to tell her that Jean didn't get on the plane and was taken away by the police at the security checkpoint. As for the reason, it was still unknown.

As a matter of fact, Lucy also encouraged Polly to take the opportunity well since her enemy, Jean, had left.

This was really out of her expectation. It was not a good time for her to go back home. She didn't expect that. However, it was not a big deal. What a man's heart was! It didn't matter much whether he was with her or not. It was just that he didn't have someone who laughed at her.

And since she had come, she was not afraid of being laughed at.

When she emerged from the rose bushes, she almost bumped into someone. After apologizing repeatedly, she stepped back.

"Hello, Miss Han. Are you Miss Han? " The man greeted her in stiff Chinese, his tone was both doubt and sure.

"Yes, I am."

Rose looked up and saw a tall, golden haired, gentle and handsome man standing in front of her. Noticing that she was staring at him, the handsome golden haired man slightly smiled and gazed at her hand. "Miss Han, I know many thorns of rose. If you like them, you can tell me, and you don't need to make the decision yourself."

"I didn't want to pick up the roses."

The handsome blonde smiled with neat white teeth: "are you going to write diary?"

"Not really." Suddenly she realized that the man in front of her was making fun of her. She became slightly angry and asked, "excuse me, sir..."

The handsome guy didn't laugh. He replied politely, "I'm a friend of Bruce. Just call me Richie. All right, go with me. Your hands are badly injured. You need to be treated. "

It turned out that this rich man was Bruce's British aristocratic friend. Her impression of aristocracy was only written in a report or from TV. It didn't matter. She was alone anyway.

When he stood in front of Polly, she thought what she had done before was just too superficial.

The so-called aristocracy was to wear the most simple clothes, without any magnificent and complicated ornaments, or they didn't need to speak or act. Only a poker face can make people feel their unique temperament.

They were gorgeous and delicate, but looked reserved.

Obviously, Richie was the representative of it. His tall and strong figure, good-looking, and gentle and kind attitude.

"Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." Polly apologized. Out of politeness, she should have visited the master of the castle first, but she asked a servant to take her to look for Bruce.

She just wanted to come here quietly and leave without calling anyone. How to have a feeling of guilty. And she even broke into the rose garden, trying to peep.

She wondered whether there would be a camera in the castle which looked like a medieval style.