The female supporting role who passed through time was poisoned again

Chapter 258 Knot 14
Robertson hugged Zihua's thigh tightly, as if to prove his claim that she was his mother. He pulled her out of the door and walked through the long corridor, twisting and turning, and finally Came to a closed door.

Zihua looked back, and there was no one behind. Isabel followed them all the way when the road was straight, but now that the road turned left and right, she lost them.

Zihua was looking back, waiting for Isabelle to appear, but Robertson had already pushed the wooden door open.

With a "squeak", the thick wooden bar began to rotate, and as the wooden door opened, a smell that hadn't been ventilated for a long time also floated out from inside.

Zihua covered her mouth, and Robertson pulled her other hand into the room.

This room is a little bigger than the guest room where she and Isabelle slept, a bit like a master bedroom, with a wide double bed, wall lamps, and a dressing table.

Robertson pulled her to stand in front of a wall, "Mom, look, that's your portrait."

Zihua looked up, and there was indeed such a painting on the wall. The person in the painting was [-]% similar to her, with the same black hair, fair complexion, and delicate facial features that did not resemble the people here.

If there is any difference, it is that her hair is black and long and straight, while hers is curly.

"Robertson, look, the person's hair in this painting is straight. If you look at sister Gina's, you can see that my hair is curly, which looks very different." Zihua picked up the end of her hair, Trying to prove to Robertson.

Robertson did not get into a dead end with her this time, but said very bluntly: "Whether my hair is straight or curly can be changed, just like Miss Maritis said that my hair was straight before, and this one is long. It turned into curly hair."

Zihua raised her forehead, at this time Robertson seemed to see that she had the intention of surrender, and hugged her thigh tightly: "Mom, can you tell me a story tonight and put me to sleep?"

Feeling the weight on her feet, Zihua sighed helplessly.

Just when she didn't know what to do, there was a low growl from the door: "Whoever allows you to come in, get out!"

Robertson was frightened by the low growl, his little hands trembled, he let go of the hand that hugged Zihua's thigh, and stood peacefully aside, with his back straight, as if he would be scolded again if he didn't do so.

Zihua turned her head and saw Priestley standing by the door with a tense face. His blue eyes were stained with anger, and his resolute chin was raised high. It seemed that everything in this world could not enter his eyes. , all of which are humble.

He put his hands behind his back and walked towards them. His eyes turned to the painting on the wall. His body trembled and the breath on his body became colder.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Zihua didn't bother to observe him anymore, her slender hands automatically grabbed Robertson's hand, and pulled him away from the room quickly.

During this period, her back seemed to be on fire, hot, and she could feel that she was being watched closely by a hot gaze.

It's been less than a day since I came in, and the employer has lost such a temper. After I go out this time, I should be fired soon!

Zihua was thinking like this, while thinking about where to live next, she didn't care, she could spend day and night hiding in Love of Karda, but life was boring.

The point is how Isabelle can live on her own. Without any letter of introduction, she can only rely on doing some heavy work and earning a meager salary to satisfy her hunger.

Robertson was still pestering her to call her mother, and Zihua said that she would play a little game with him and ask him to call her sister Gina, as long as he called her sister Gina all day instead of mother, she would call her sister Gina at night. Tell him short stories when he falls asleep.

Robertson was very happy to agree to enter this little game, and didn't call her mother who gave her a headache all day.

Zihua breathed a sigh of relief, and told Isabel all about what happened today to make her ready to leave here. Isabel replied indifferently, anyway, she didn't like this job very much. , the master's temper is too weird, and the child is too naughty, and likes to waste.

But they waited for many days, about a week, but they did not receive any information about dismissing them.

When I played with Robertson under the trees in the courtyard every day, I looked up and saw a tall figure standing in front of the window on the second floor. Several times Zihua met the tall figure's eyes, and the look in his eyes was faint. , showing no sign of anger.

Zihua didn't dodge, the two just looked at each other for several seconds, and finally Robertson pulled her skirt, and she turned her head. When she turned her head again, the figure in front of the window had disappeared.

At this point, Zihua was sure that she would not be fired for the time being, so she settled down and taught Robertson to paint with Isabel.

Although Robertson is a skinny boy, when facing Zihua, I don't know if he still believes that she is his mother. He never disobeys what she says, and learns to draw hard. After painting for a long time, his Sure enough, my mind became more stable, and I no longer mischievously climbed up the tree and refused to come down, and I no longer threw the paint around.

Day by day, Zihua and Isabelle gradually got used to life in Cliveke Manor.

A year has passed, and Robertson has matured a lot compared to previous years, but there are still shortcomings, that is, he never eats desserts, and he doesn't want to be as fat as those servants.

Regarding his reason, Zihua held back a smile several times.

On this day, Zihua and Isabelle, as usual, set up three easels in the courtyard, asking Robertson to try to draw real landscapes instead of relying on his own imagination to draw whatever he wanted.

Robertson was only halfway through the painting when he was called back by his servant, Maritith, who said that Priestley needed to find her.

She entered the study thinking about something in her heart, and Priestley, who was originally sitting on the main seat, immediately stood up when he saw her. Now he finally understood what etiquette is.

Zihua bowed respectfully, "Mr. Clefke, good afternoon."

"Sit!" Priestley stretched out his hand stiffly, gesturing for her to sit down, "You go take a shower later, get ready, and go to a banquet with me."

Inexplicably, Zihua was ordered, and she wanted to say that her duty was to teach children to draw, and she had no obligation to accompany him to any dinner party, but Priestley quickly stood up from his seat, obviously Don't want to talk anymore.

When he passed by her, he said something specially, "Remember to tie up your long black hair."

Afterwards, he left with a brisk foot.

Soon, when Zihua was about to take a bath, she was informed that the dress she wore at the dinner party had been delivered to her room.

(End of this chapter)