Why it never ends

Chapter 249 Roger
At night, the rain finally stopped.

Everyone played the Queen's game in the mansion all afternoon, and they were already a little tired by this time.Palan suggested that the housekeeper no longer need to prepare the dinner, but just send everyone's meals directly to everyone's room.

Hesta stood by the window, pretending to be watching the night view of the park, but she didn't look at anything, she was just trying to calm down.

"Eureka." Palan's voice came from behind.

Hesta turned his head and saw Palan standing beside Gray, waving at him.

In view of Palan's cooperation in the afternoon, Hesta's impression of her changed slightly.

"What's wrong."

"I'm going out for a while. It's raining outside and it's dark. Are you free to see me off?"

"Where are you going?" Hesta asked, approaching.

"Go to Mr. Gray's mansion. He just said that he would give me a gift. I went to get it and came back."

"Is it just to get things?" Hesta said softly, "Then I'll go alone—"

"That can't be done," Palan said with that meaningful smile again, "I have to go there myself."

"……Fine."

The three of them walked to the door, and the night wind was coming towards them. Palan embraced her arms and shivered. Before she could speak, Gray realized that something was wrong, and he said, "Go back to the lobby and wait." So I went back to the housekeeper for a coat to keep out the cold.

However, Palan didn't follow suit. She stood in the wind with no one there, her expression suddenly relaxed.

"Jane, can't you really recognize who that person is?"

Hesta turned around slowly, "...what are you calling me?"

Under the dim streetlights, every gust of wind was moist and cool, and Palan smiled calmly, showing no signs of being disturbed by the cold wind.

Palan walked up to Hesta again, "Is it because you have been too immersed in the revenge plan of your dearest relative, so you have completely forgotten your old friend?"

"Miss Paran!"

Hesta hadn't recovered from the shock when he heard Gray's voice. His footsteps passed the porch, and the whole person appeared in Hesta's field of vision again.

Gray's wing-pattern shoes made a clear sound on the wet marble, and a black cloak was draped over his left arm, and he approached with brisk steps.

"Miss Palan, I got a cloak from the butler. Although it is a bit old, you can wear it first."

"Ah, you are so considerate!"

Although Gray was still wearing a mask as before, Hesta looked at him and slowly opened his eyes wide.

It was as if a gap had suddenly cracked in the dark iron house, and the memories of the past were like a river of light rushing down. Not only the pair of blue eyes that impressed Hesta when we first met, Gray's height, shoulder width, and hair roots The faults with distinct black chestnuts...all clearly pointed to a figure deep in Hesta's mind——

Pierre Roger.

Hesta suddenly felt unsteady, and a burst of ecstasy almost made her ears ring.

Gray rushed up to hold Hesta's shoulder first, but the next moment, he felt that Hesta had firmly grasped his arm.

Hesta's strength was so great that Gray couldn't stand it immediately, and he said with difficulty: "...Eureka?"

Hesta let go of Roger's hand suddenly, and took half a step back as if electrocuted.

"Are you okay?" Roger asked softly.

"...Fortunately, I'm fine," Hesta said a little incoherently, "...the mansion is too boring, and I've been thinking all afternoon, so I'm just... please forgive me."

"I also don't feel like staying here, and I've wanted to go out for a long time." Roger said softly, "If Miss Eureka has nothing else to do at night, why don't you just go to the humble house with Miss Palan?"

Hesta stared into Roger's eyes and tried his best to suppress the torrent in his heart: "Is this okay? It's so late...won't it disturb your rest?"

"How come, I was able to stay in Tan Yi for a short time this time, but I met you two successively. I think it must be some kind of fate."

"Yeah, it must be some kind of special fate," Palan narrowed his eyes, "Eureka, do you feel that way?"

Hesta put his hand on his heart, and said every word extremely sincerely: "Not only yes, but also...very strong."

Roger laughed uncontrollably. He shyly avoided the eyes of the two ladies, and walked forward to open the way.

Hesta followed closely behind, and only took two steps. She suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the warm wind quickly turned into a cloud of white mist in the winter night.Hesta turned around and stretched out his hand to Palan who was on the steps. Paran raised his eyebrows lightly, and put his right hand on Hesta's palm with a playful expression.

The two walked side by side on the path after the rain.

"So who the hell are you, Ms. Paran?"

"Is this question important?"

"Of course it's important," Hesta said softly, "Are you my enemy or my friend?"

"This question really made me a little sad. A kind old man said that you might need help, so let me come and help."

"I don't seem to have told the old man about Roger."

"Is there a need to explain it clearly?" Palan laughed, "Although she didn't tell me, I'll still sell this favor to you...will you accept it?"

Hesta laughed, but did not answer directly, "We have indeed met before, haven't we?"

"Who knows?" Palan looked ahead, "I guess not?"

"Then does Ms. Paran have time tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course." Palan held the fan in his left hand, and swayed it slightly to cover half of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes. "In these days, as long as you need me, I always have a lot of time."

……

The mansion of the Viscount.

Ende had just changed night shifts with Suzy, and she returned to the lobby yawning and found Zoe sitting on the sofa by the window.

Endai stepped forward to say hello, and the two clapped hands skillfully.

"Why are you here alone?" Ende asked.

"I came to change Trisha's shift, but she's gone now." Zoe replied, "I just asked Victoria, and she asked me to wait here, and Trisha will reply to me later of."

Ende nodded, and she fell down on the sofa, rubbing her eyes sleepily, "...Have you ever played Queen's Game, Zoe?"

"No." Zooey answered simply, "I don't like to play this kind of game."

"Huh? I remember you were fond of speculative stories—"

Zoe crossed her arms with a serious expression, "Your game is not reasoning."

"Okay..." Ende smiled, "But it's really interesting, if you're here this afternoon, it must be special—"

Before Ende finished speaking, her expression suddenly became a little stiff.

"what happened?"

"There's something, it's so painful..." Ende reached under her waist, and quickly pulled out a book from the crack of the sofa - "Selected Short Stories of Ernest".

Ende's eyes lit up: "Oh, this book..."

Zooey leaned over, "What is it?"

"It's just a novel. I haven't read it, but I've heard it recommended before... It seems that the author is quite famous."

Ende flipped through them. She remembered that when she was still in the Duke's mansion the day before yesterday, Villefort said that he had a collection of books that he did not plan to donate in the study on the second floor, including some works by Ernest.At that time, Ende moved to borrow a book, but she forgot about it when she woke up. She didn't expect to run into it in Viscount Danglar's manor.

Opening the title page, Endai and Zooey saw a line of elegant cursive characters at the same time:
Presented to Viscount Claude Danglars

Thank you for your helping hand in times of crisis

Aaron Von Werfort
(End of this chapter)