Earl of Billington and Miss Lyndon

Chapter 03

Charles looked towards his broken shoes with a sick expression.

"I think my ankles are more important"

she said she was sad, but her tone did not sound sad at all.

Ellie moved Charles' ankle slowly and carefully.

"It looks like there's no broken bone, but your leg is pretty bad."

"It seems like you used to handle things like this." Says Charles

"I often help injured animals" Ellie said, curling her eyebrows. "Dog, cat, bird..."

"Man" interrupted Charles.

"No," Ellie's sergeant was a bit rude. "you're the first. But I can imagine that you're no different from a dog."

"Your hands are out again, Miss Lyndon."

"Really" asked Ellie while holding her face. "Oh, I have to keep remembering to pull it back."

Charles laughed immediately. "Miss Lyndon, you're a rare woman."

"That's what I always say to people" Ellie said as she shrugged and smiled, "But no one seems to believe. Well, looks like you're gonna need a stick for the next few days. Maybe week. Do you have any?"

"Now?"

"I mean at your house, but..." Ellie's sentence hangs while her eyes examine her. He saw a stick located a few meters away from him and immediately stood up to take the stick.

"I think for a while this could be used" Ellie said as she took the stick and handed it to Charles. "Do you need help standing up?"

Charles grinned mischievously while swinging his body towards Ellie.

"I will use any excuse to be in your arms, dear Miss Lyndon."

Ellie knew she should feel humiliated, but this guy had fought hard to be charming, and damn, this guy made it. Very successfully. Ellie guessed that's why this guy became a playboy.

Ellie stepped behind Charles and placed her hand under the man's arm.

"I warn you, I'm not a woman of tenderness."

"I don't think I'm surprised." - Sambar Charles

"On the count of three. Are you ready?"

"Depends on..."

"One, two... three!" Grumbling and pulling, Ellie lifted the earl's body to her feet. Not an easy job. Charles Jau was heavier than Ellie by about twenty-five pounds and was heavily intoxicated. Charles' feet could not stand firmly so Ellie could only refrain from cursing and strengthen her own legs. Then the man began to stagger forward but swiftly Ellie moved in front of him so that the noble would not fall.

"Lord Billington, I'm forcing you to wear that stick."

"On you?" Charles Goda.

"To walk!" Ellie was really yelling.

Charles frowned at Ellie's voice, then shook his head.

"It's so weird" Charles murmured, "But it feels like I'd really like to kiss you."

This time, Ellie could not say anything.

Charles bit his lower lip while thinking,

"I think I'll do it."

That last sentence was enough to resuscitate Ellie, so she jumped to the side, causing Charles to fall back to the ground.

"Yes, geez!" exclaiming Charles. "Why did you do that?"

"You want to kiss me."

Charles rubbed his head against the tree trunk.

"What is the possibility that it's so scary to you?"

Ellie opened her eyes. "Not scary, actually."

"Please don't say disgusting" Charles grumbled. "Really, I can't stand to hear it."

Ellie sighed and extended a hand of regret.

"I'm sorry for bringing you down, My Lord."

"Again, your face does not imply your remorse at all."

Ellie resisted the urge to stomp her feet. "This time I mean it. Did you accept my apology?"

"It seems," said Charles

curling your eyebrows, "You'll hurt me if I don't take it."

"Basic doesn't know thank you." Ellie grumbled. "I'm trying to apologize."

"And I," said Charles, "was trying to accept it."