Shylock heaved a sigh of relief.
Last time, she only saw the eyeballs in the teacup,
She was so scared that she almost had an asthma attack. If she were to face the head in the fridge now,
Hi... well, he wouldn't be able to count on his afternoon tea.
He was a little distracted just now,
Otherwise, he wouldn't have noticed it until her hand touched the fridge.
There was a warm and rapid breath on his shirt, and then the scorching heat penetrated the thin fabric and hit his skin bit by bit.
Shylock lowered his head,
He saw the top of a golden head.
His first reaction was,
Well,
Very good, she really didn't grow taller at all.
Then, Mr. Holmes realized,
The "short" thin girl,
Now, she was almost trapped in his arms. She lowered her eyes and refused to look up.
Shylock suddenly remembered the first time they met in Netherfield Garden. On the quiet night when they both lost sleep, she pushed open the door and walked out,
She also stood in front of him and said a long series of self-righteous stupid words to his chest. Then, she gave him a piece of sweet cake.
Shylock looked down at her and suddenly felt infinitely novel. The nineteenth-century child who had appeared in his life in a strange way,
Just like that, they followed him to the 21st century.
He had always felt that..,
Feelings were useless,
And dangerous things. But if it was the person in front of him..
Anne had a simple ponytail today,
After running outside all day, the ponytail was a little loose. The hairy hair on both sides was slightly loose,
Half covering her ears,
Only revealing a little of the tips of her ears with a cute blush.
It looked..,
Soft, obedient, and made people want to... bully it.
He made the slightest movement.
"Shylock..." The person in his arms immediately reacted.
"Yes." The person who was interrupted curled her fingertips impatiently.
"I found a job," Anne said softly.
Shylock stood straight and looked at her silently. Even when she spoke, she still refused to look up at him.
"Congratulations," he said in a cool voice. "I think you'll be moving out of here soon."
Anne was surprised for a moment when her thoughts were guessed correctly, but she immediately calmed down. He was Sherlock Holmes. He knew everything.
"Yes." Anne moved uneasily in the small space between the refrigerator and him. "Fortunately, the other party can provide accommodation. I think, moving out will be more … convenient."
Originally, Anne had planned to get an advance of one month's salary after she found a job, and then find a house to move to. This would save him a lot of trouble.
"Up to you."
After Shylock said coldly, he reached out and opened the refrigerator door.
Anne moved to the side and was blocked by his tall figure. She didn't see anything.
Shylock took out milk and lemons from the fridge. His arm floated over her head and silently placed them on the counter behind her.
Anne: "…"
Why did he feel like he was being silently mocked for his height again? …
And the "giant" in front of her had turned around and walked out of the kitchen and sat back on the sofa. He also picked up the book in the same posture as before.
Anne sensed that he seemed to be throwing a tantrum. But the expression on his face was too calm and indifferent. She couldn't see through him.
In the end, she gave up. Even if he was really throwing a tantrum, she didn't know … how to comfort him.
When the tea was ready, Anne paused to see if there were any snacks in the fridge for him to eat.
Just as she reached for the fridge, she heard a cold voice behind her.
"If I were you, I wouldn't open the fridge door."
Anne turned around and saw that Shylock was still "seriously" reading the book. The open black cover was erected in front of his face, completely blocking him.
So, how did you see what I was doing?
You can't open the fridge?
Anne glanced at the fridge door, which was as cold as Shylock's voice, and quickly realized that there were probably some strange human organs inside.
So, he stopped her just now because of this?
Anne's heart suddenly warmed.
Shylock …
She didn't say anything else. She picked up the brewed tea, walked over, and gently placed it on the small tea table next to his hand.
-
Mrs. Hudson was very unhappy with Anne's decision to move out.
Dr. Watson didn't agree either. Although Shylock had already revealed to him that Anne would move out, Watson didn't think it would be so soon. What made the doctor feel even more guilty and uneasy … was Anne's job.
She was going to be a waitress at a restaurant …
In Watson's eyes, Anne was still the aristocratic lady from the 19th century who lived in a luxurious house, had a group of servants, and didn't have to worry about food or clothing.
In comparison, Anne accepted her current identity and situation too calmly. If it wasn't because of her amazing ability to adapt, then it was because she had suppressed her true emotions too deeply.
To Watson's surprise, Shylock was very calm and even indifferent about it.
"Do you know or not …" The doctor looked at the calm person and hesitated.
Shylock sat quietly on the sofa with his hands clasped together under his chin. He had been sitting like this for two hours, and no one knew what he was thinking about.
Hearing Watson's words, Shylock finally responded. He raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at the doctor.
"Know what?" His voice was light and his tone was calm. "Know that she likes me, or that I also …"
He stopped abruptly at the last sentence. He casually looked away.
But just the first half of the sentence was enough to surprise Watson.
"You know that Anne … likes you?" The doctor leaned over and asked in surprise.
Shylock snorted softly and raised his chin slightly with a hint of arrogance. "It's obvious, isn't it?"
Watson was speechless.
What right did the last person to find out …
Sigh, forget it. It's rare for me to be enlightened. I'll do whatever he says.
"Then don't you want to do anything?" The doctor asked again.
Shylock's gaze paused for a moment. What came to his mind was the image of her being trapped in his arms.
Well, Mr. Holmes, who had been single for 27 years, really wanted to do something …
…
Anne didn't know the conversation between Watson and Shylock. She was patiently comforting Mrs. Hudson for a long time and promising to come back often to visit her. Besides, Northumberland Street was very close to here.
Yes, it was a bit too close.
If it weren't for the accommodation provided by the other party, Anne wouldn't have made the decision so easily.
But it was indeed a lovely restaurant. Their boss was Angelo, a middle-aged man with a big beard who looked a little wild and burly. But in fact, Angelo was very easy to talk to, and could even be said to be gentle.
During the interview, Angelo only asked for her name and age, and then clapped his hands to pass her interview.
The accommodation was on the second floor of the restaurant. Anne had thought that she would see bunk beds like in a student dormitory, but to her surprise, Angelo said that the other employees of the restaurant didn't live here, so the second floor became Anne's single apartment.
Although it was only a small one-bedroom layout, she didn't have to share a room with others, which was much better than Anne had expected.
Also, Angelo had taken the initiative to give Anne a month's salary in advance.
Anne looked at him suspiciously.
The man in front of her smiled gently, which matched with his big beard and tall and strong body, was somewhat unnaturally cute.
"Don't think too much," Angelo said. "It was very difficult for me to find my first job. There are a lot of bad people in this world, but it's not like there aren't any good people, right? And I believe that you will be a very excellent waitress. "
Anne didn't know if she should be happy with Angelo's praise, but her heart was indeed very warm.
She used her spare time to clean the house and buy some daily necessities.
When she was lying in bed alone at night, she often felt a little confused with her eyes open in the dark. Had she settled down just like that? In this world that didn't belong to her.
Then Anne remembered that she didn't belong to that 19th-century world either.
Shylock.
Without his violin at night, Anne began to habitually lose sleep, but she had to work the next day, so she could only force herself to sleep.
A week later, she could only get a short sleep with the help of drugs.
But what was worth being happy about was that Annie had adapted well to her job.
This might be due to her gentle personality. Most of the guests who came to eat were very polite. Even if there were some rude and difficult ones, Anne could usually resolve them patiently.
Angelo seemed to be right. She was a very excellent waitress. Although Anne wasn't sure if this could be considered an achievement.
Anne liked this job very much and got along well with her colleagues in the restaurant. There was probably no one who didn't like a young and gentle girl.
When it was her turn to rest, Anne usually took the subway to the library. She read a lot of books about parallel spaces, wormholes, and time travel. But it didn't help at all. Most of it was theoretical knowledge in physics, and there was no exact evidence to prove that people could really travel through time.
As for the Time Gem … There was no record of it.
Anne was more and more willing to work in the restaurant, even if it was during her off time. Because that way, she wouldn't have to think about these things, and she wouldn't have to think about Shylock.
It was in the morning when there weren't many customers in the restaurant, and everyone gathered together to chat. Billy inadvertently told Anne that before Angelo opened the restaurant, he was a robber and had even been imprisoned for a year.
Billy was the restaurant's male waiter, a tall and thin young man. He was different from Shylock. Although Shylock was also very thin, he didn't look weak. On the contrary, he looked very handsome and imposing.
Billy was thin and tall, probably because he was a little shy. He was often embarrassed by the difficult customers in the shop, and had to rely on Annie to help him out of his predicament. However, Angelo didn't care at all, and Anne had never seen him lose his temper with Billy.
Billy wasn't deliberately talking behind his boss's back, but Angelo didn't avoid it, and he often used this "wonderful" history to reminisce. It was just that Anne hadn't been here for long, so she didn't know.
Billy told Anne that the last time their boss was burglarized, he had been involved in a vicious murder case. Thanks to a detective who confirmed that Angelo was committing a robbery at the time of the murder, he was cleared of suspicion. After Angelo was released from prison, he turned over a new leaf and opened the restaurant.
Anne was stunned.
She blinked and asked Billy, "Do you know the name of the detective?"
Billy was about to answer, when the restaurant door opened, and a man and a woman walked in.
Billy hurried over to take their orders.
Anne stared blankly as the glass door of the restaurant slowly opened and closed again. The weather wasn't very good, and the pervasive cold wind crept in through the cracks of the door, bringing with it a chill.
She always forgot that it was already winter here.
Actually, Anne didn't need Billy to say anything; she had already guessed who the detective was.
She had already noticed it herself. She just didn't want to think too deeply about it.
Mrs. Hudson had given her a map and specially reminded her to eat at this restaurant.
Also, Angelo's careless interview, accommodation, and salary …
She didn't know what she was feeling. She was a little angry, a little frustrated, and a little touched.
Anne thought that if she questioned him, he would probably look at her calmly and indifferently and say, "I just gave you an interview. It's up to you whether you can stay or not. Or do you think you're not up to the job, and your boss is only reluctantly keeping you because of me and paying you a salary selflessly? "
She chuckled at her own imagination.
Shylock, I have to work very hard not to miss you.
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