blogombal Chapter 225 Pen Pals and Meeting
Chapter 225 Pen Pals and Meeting
Chapter 225 Pen Pals and Meeting
The next day, at eight o'clock in the morning.
Lorne was alone, sitting in a rented carriage, preparing to head to the address indicated on the letter.
The divination indicates that everything will go smoothly today.
Before setting off, he made a special trip to the temple to mark the occasion, just in case anything unexpected happened. Although the outcome was good, for some reason, he still felt somewhat uneasy.
"A sunny, enthusiastic, and cheerful female writer—"
Of all the women he had met before, only Edwina and Cattleya had a literary flair. But both of these "pirate generals" were extremely aloof and distant.
It is the complete opposite of the word "enthusiastic and cheerful".
"Sigh—I hope nothing else goes wrong today."
About half an hour later, accompanied by a clear neighing of horses, the horse-drawn carriage came to a steady stop by the roadside.
"Sir, we've arrived." The driver's voice came from the front seat.
"Got it." Lorne paid the fare, took a deep breath, and got out of the car.
"Let me see, it's in—"
He searched the streets for a while and finally settled on a seemingly ordinary two-story detached house.
Since he was there to meet his pen pal, he didn't bother to pretend anymore.
He glanced down at his outfit: a clean white shirt, a crisp black coat, and a common black top hat. It was a fairly typical youth's attire for this era.
Originally, he planned to wear a more luxurious and formal suit. But after thinking about it, he gave up on the idea.
I'm here to meet my pen pal, not to discuss business. If I make it too formal, it might backfire.
Clutching the gift he had found again, he hesitated for a few seconds at the door before reaching out and knocking lightly on the door.
"Phew~"
In the room, Fors was holding a slender cigarette and exhaling a smoke ring with a somewhat dejected air.
She hadn't slept a wink all night to finish her manuscript. Two large dark circles were clearly visible under her eyes.
To perk herself up, she lit a cigarette and enjoyed the brief burst of energy and comfort that nicotine brought.
"Rushing to meet deadlines is such a hassle," she murmured to herself, her voice slightly hoarse.
"I feel like I'm about to burn out."
Fors reached out and rubbed her tangled, messy hair, smiling wryly, "Why—there's still more than half left to write!"
"My inspiration! My inspiration, where has it all gone?!"
She covered her forehead in despair: "It must be because I 'worked too hard' recently and used up all the inspiration I had accumulated. If only inspiration could come to me on its own."
"Knock knock knock!"
Just then, a crisp knocking sound rang out.
Fors frowned slightly, appearing particularly irritable due to lack of sleep.
"Who is it? So early in the morning."
"Are you here to make a sale?"
She glanced warily in the direction of the stairs. Hugh had only returned in the early hours of the morning; he should still be resting.
"ha-..-"
She yawned again, took another habitual drag of her cigarette, and then slowly walked towards the door, slipping on her slippers.
"Knock knock knock".
Strange, is nobody here?
Seeing that no one had come to open the door for a long time, Lorne was a little puzzled. However, a moment later, he heard a series of dragging footsteps coming from behind the door.
"Kapomi".
The door was opened from the inside.
this·--.
!!!
The two people inside and outside the door froze on the spot the moment they saw each other.
Fors stared wide-eyed, her mouth slightly agape, her fingers holding the cigarette frozen in mid-air.
Lorne, too, felt a strange, inexplicable unease.
"Lor-Lorne Disenk?! He—how come he's really here?!" Fors's mind went blank from this astonishing fact, and she almost stopped thinking.
The good news is, inspiration has struck.
The bad news is, it came to us in an extremely exciting way!
The next second, Fors instantly realized just how bad her current state was!
Dark circles under her eyes from not sleeping all night, messy hair like a bird's nest, a wrinkled nightgown, and a lit cigarette between her fingers—she is the perfect image of a decadent, socially disconnected female smoker.
This is definitely not the best time to meet your pen pal!
On the other side, Lorne looked at the familiar yet slightly wolfish female earthen woman in front of him and began to ponder.
Oh right, she was the lady who came to me for an exorcism at Mr. A's party, along with that short guy!
To be able to encounter this world again, it really is small.
After a brief moment of confusion, Lorne was the first to regain his senses. He gave a slight bow, performing a very proper salute.
"Madam, excuse me for bothering you. I'm here to see Miss Fors Wall. May I ask who you are—"
"Ah! Um, I—"
As soon as Fors opened his mouth, a strong smell of smoke hit Lorne's face, causing him to cough a few times involuntarily.
"No—I'm sorry!"
Fors instantly realized she had done something stupid again, her cheeks flushed red, and she apologized hastily. Then, almost instinctively, she slammed the door shut, leaving Lorne alone on the cold steps outside.
Lorne stood frozen in place, his smile stiff, somewhat bewildered by the situation.
"Please wait a moment! Just a moment."
"What do we do?! What do we do?!" Fors leaned against the tightly closed door, trembling slightly with anxiety.
"Oh right! Clothes! I need to change!"
"I need to wash my face! Cold water! What am I going to do about my dark circles?!" Fors clutched her hair, almost in despair. "Oh no—my image is ruined! Utterly ruined!"
It is often said that first impressions are the most important in interpersonal interactions.
In her pen pal's first impression, Fors Wall was probably already firmly established as a bad woman who was withdrawn, decadent, and smoked!
"Fors! What's going on downstairs? Why are you making so much noise?" Sleepyhead Hugh stormed downstairs. She had obviously been woken up by the loud noise her friend had made.
"Shut up! It's all your fault for jinxing me!"
"what?"
Hugh, who was not fully awake, was cursed at out of the blue, which made his head spin even more.
"What on earth happened?"
"My pen pal! He—he really came! And he saw me like this!"
"this--"
Xiu rubbed her eyes, fully waking up. She looked her friend up and down at her disastrous state: messy hair, nightgown, dark circles under her eyes, and even a faint smell of smoke. She couldn't help but look down and rub her forehead, feeling utterly helpless.
"Fors Wall!"
The next second, Hugh, who was only 1.5 meters tall, suddenly unleashed a powerful aura comparable to that of someone who was 1.8 meters tall!
"Now is not the time to complain! Go and get dressed right now! Hurry up!"
"yes!"
Perhaps stunned by Hugh's sudden aura, Fors seemed to have found her backbone, temporarily suppressing her breakdown, and quickly walked towards the washroom.
"Sigh—when will Fors stop causing me so much worry?"
Xiu shook her head and straightened her small body as if resigned to her fate.
"Looks like I'll have to stay with you today."