Anne had no idea how the plot had developed in this direction.
After the red-lipped queen appeared, she was completely naked.
Anne was stunned for a moment, then she immediately looked away awkwardly.
After calming down, she quickly realized who the person in front of her was.
Eirinn Adler tilted her head,
She looked at Anne questioningly.
"You haven't told me if the meal is 85 pounds, Miss Anne De Boer." As she spoke, she had already walked over,
She was elegant and calm.
Anne's gaze was a little unfocused.
"You know my name?" Anne lowered her gaze,
She asked softly.
The beautiful naked body leaned forward,
Anne subconsciously retreated until her back hit the back of the sofa.
Eirinn trapped Anne between her naked legs,
This position was too evil,
Anne's face instantly turned red.
A slender finger with bright red nail polish reached over and pointed at the work tag on Anne's chest. Her name was on it.
"The meal is 85 pounds,
Trouble. I have to rush back to the restaurant to work, "Anne said as calmly as possible.
But the person pressing down on her was completely unmoved.
"You're actually blushing... how cute."
That slender finger followed Anne's left chest all the way up and ambiguously brushed past her tender neck,
It gently touched her flushed cheeks.
What was this... situation?
Was she being... molested by a woman?
Anne wanted to stand up,
But she was suppressed to the point that she couldn't move at all. She reached out and pushed,
The white body in front of her,
She didn't know where to put her hands.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am,
Can you first... "
"Shh!" That finger suddenly pressed against her lips,
Interrupting her,
"Someone's coming."
Eirinn gave Anne a mysterious smile and gently helped her tuck a strand of hair scattered on her cheek behind her ear.
Anne also heard the footsteps. When she turned around, she saw a familiar black coat.
There was a wound on his left cheek. Oh, right, Watson did it in order to act as the victim of the robbery.
"Shylock …" Anne looked at his cold expression and felt a little guilty.
But in the next second, she discovered that Sherlock's gaze was fixed on another figure — another naked figure who was looking at him openly.
Anne pursed her lips and looked away.
"Anne!" The one who spoke was Doctor Watson, who had just arrived. "Why are you here?" He glanced at the situation in front of him again. "Looks like I missed a good show," Watson said.
Anne sighed and raised her head again. She tried her best to focus only on Eirinn's face.
"I'm sorry, madam. Can you get up first?" Anne's voice had returned to its usual calmness and gentleness. She finished what she had been interrupted. However, her cheeks were still slightly red.
"Of course," Irene gave her a charming smile, "whatever you want, my dear."
After Irene stepped back, Anne immediately stood up.
"If you're done delivering the meal, please leave immediately." Shylock's tone was as cold as ice.
Anne was not surprised that he knew that she was here to deliver the meal. She replied with a soft "hmm" and turned to the lady who had ordered the meal.
Irene Adeline picked up a wallet from the coffee table beside her. She took out two notes and handed them to Anne.
"Keep the change." After that, she suddenly leaned forward. Her bright red lips pressed against Anne's cheek. She was about to kiss her. "This is a tip for you, Miss Deboer."
Anne was about to avoid it, but a strong hand had reached out from the side, grabbed her arm and pulled her away. But Irene's red lips still left a mark on Anne's white cheek.
Anne bumped into Shylock and steadied herself.
Shylock looked at the red mark on Anne's cheek, and the look in his eyes became even colder.
Irene Adeline raised her eyebrows and looked calm.
There were four people in the living room. Anne and Watson looked like normal people who were embarrassed and uncomfortable in such a situation. Shylock and Irene Adeline were another kind of people. They were strong, smart, and did not care about the standards of the world.
It was probably this kind of vague boundary and division that made Anne feel a little depressed.
"Can you … put on some clothes first?" Watson said to the naked Irene, timely breaking the strange atmosphere in the living room.
Before Shylock, Anne took off her coat. Thank God, she had chosen a long, wide coat today.
"Oh, thank you, my dear." Irene looked at the coat Anne handed to her with a little surprise. The chuckle on her face was natural and flirtatious.
Anne blushed again.
Sensing Shylock's gaze, Anne turned to look at him. Well, she admitted that she was narrow-minded and did not want other women to wear his clothes.
But what was with his gaze? Shouldn't she be the one who was unhappy?
Anne thought she heard a cold snort.
"Since you are so kind, generous, and helpful, Miss Deboer, it seems that you can only return to the restaurant in thin clothes. I hope you won't catch a cold!" His voice was cold and arrogant.
Anne had found that every time Shylock called her "Miss Deboer", it was almost to express his dissatisfaction.
Anne did not know what he was dissatisfied about. She just looked up at the wound on his face and said softly, "Can you let John apply medicine to your wound first?"
After saying that, she turned and walked out of the living room without waiting for him to answer.
The rest was their plot, and she had no part in it.
Anne had only taken a few steps when she heard familiar footsteps behind her. She had just stopped when she felt a warmth on her back. She was already enveloped by a familiar scent.
Shylock wrapped her in a thick coat and looked down at her for a few seconds. He then snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Anne: "…"
.
When she returned to the restaurant, the peak hour had passed and there were only two or three tables left.
She was not delivering food. It looked more like she was slacking off. Then Anne remembered that she was off today.
Billy looked at her worriedly. "Anne, are you okay? You don't look well. "
Anne looked up. "Do I look bad?"
"Yes."
She reached out and touched her forehead. It was a little hot. "I'm fine. Maybe I caught a cold."
"Then go upstairs and rest for a while. Do you want me to buy medicine for you? "
Anne smiled and shook her head. "Thank you, Billy. There's no need. "
Upstairs, Anne swallowed another two pills. She then collapsed on the bed and covered herself with two layers of blankets.
In the past, when she caught a cold, her mother would do the same. After taking the medicine, she would press her down on the bed and cover her with a thick blanket. When she woke up, she would be fine. She would even drink her favorite fish soup.
That was her mother in her previous life …
But she had lost both of her mothers …
A warm liquid slid down from the corner of her eyes and into her hair, disappearing without a trace.
Indeed, it was easy for a person to be weak when they were sick.
Anne closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
She seemed to have just closed her eyes when she was woken up by the ringing of her phone.
Anne was sweating all over. Her throat was dry and her joints were aching. She got up from the bed and was stunned for a long time before she remembered where she was.
His cell phone was still ringing. Anne bore with her headache and got out of bed. She walked to the coat rack behind the door and took out her phone from her coat pocket.
She was not fully awake yet and did not realize that anything was wrong.
He felt that this short journey felt like a century had passed before he finally arrived at his destination.
The call went through and Watson's voice came through the receiver. "Anne, I'm afraid you have to come to Baker Street now!"
"Out …" When she opened her mouth, Anne realized that her voice was a little hoarse. She coughed and asked, "Did something happen?"
Watson's side was noisy and did not notice Anne's abnormality. He quickly said, "Come over quickly. It's Shylock …"
Anne was shocked. She vaguely heard Shylock's voice call out, "Anne." Then, the call was hung up.
She stood there in a daze for two seconds. Anne grabbed her coat and ran downstairs.
She ran all the way to Baker Street. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that it almost hurt. The door of 221B was open. Anne ran in and climbed to the second floor while panting.
There were several people in the living room. Everyone looked like they were waiting to watch a good show. Anne recognized one of them as Officer Donovan, whom she had met before.
"Where's Shylock?" she asked loudly.
"Here. Here, Anne, "Watson heard her voice and responded loudly.
It was the direction of the bedroom.
Anne walked over quickly and saw Watson, Mrs. Hudson, and Inspector Lestrade inside. The inspector was still holding his phone in his hand as if he was taking an interesting picture.
Shylock was lying on the bed. He kept talking in a daze. He spoke twice as fast as usual. No one understood what he was saying.
"What's wrong with him?" Anne asked.
"Oh, he was injected with a drug by Irene Adler. But don't worry, there's no danger. He'll be fine after some sleep," Watson replied.
Fine? Anne's hanging heart calmed down. Then, she looked at Watson in confusion. But that phone call didn't sound like he was fine at all.
The doctor smiled and touched his nose. "Shylock keeps calling your name. I think he'll want to see you."
Anne didn't ask any more questions. She leaned over to look at Shylock. He was lying on the bed in a daze. His eyes met with Anne's, as if he recognized her.
"Anne …" He finally slowed down. She could understand what he was saying, but he sounded very unhappy. He said, "Tell them, don't touch me! Stay away from me! "
Anne gently touched his face and raised her hand to help him tidy up his messy hair. His gray-green eyes kept following the movements of her hand, like a child paying attention to a favorite toy.
"John said you have to sleep. Now close your eyes and sleep well. Everything will be fine when you wake up," Anne said softly.
Shylock closed his eyes and said as if he was very comfortable, "Hair, my hair …"
Anne smiled softly. Except for her, no one knew what he was talking about.
She softly said, "Mm," and gently stroked his curly hair back and forth with her fingers. He liked it when she stroked his hair, just like how he liked it when she helped him dry his hair.
He closed his eyes. Anne thought he had finally fallen asleep. After a few minutes, he suddenly opened his eyes.
"That woman …" He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Anne. "That woman! That woman! … Where is she?! "
Anne's fingers that were entwining his hair trembled.
"Coat! Your coat! … "
He struggled to get up from the bed, but his consciousness became more and more blurry. Finally, he completely fell asleep.
…
The bedroom was quiet again. Watson, Mrs. Hudson, and Inspector Lestrade, who had recorded Shylock's embarrassment on his phone, had all left.
Anne asked for the first aid kit from Watson. She took out an alcohol swab and gently helped Shylock treat the wound on his cheek.
He was in a deep sleep. His long eyelashes covered his face, and his fair face had a satisfied look like a child.
Anne took off her coat and simply sat on the floor. She lay on the side of the bed and looked at him quietly.
She could feel that her breath was burning hot, and her head was dull and heavy. But she didn't want to rest at all, and she didn't want to leave.
After struggling for two seconds, Anne chose to follow her heart. She reached out her finger and gently brushed his long eyelashes.
The person who was disturbed snorted softly.
Anne withdrew her hand, and he went back to sleep calmly.
Anne smiled softly.
Then the naughty hand reached out again. This time, it landed on his brow bone, then the bridge of his nose, and then his cheeks. When her fingertips were about to touch his cold thin lips, the person in his sleep moved slightly. Anne immediately withdrew her hand in shock.
He didn't wake up. His lips moved slightly, as if he was whispering a name.
Anne didn't hear it clearly.
She crossed her hands and lay on the side of the bed again.
Are you dreaming? Who did you dream of?
Don't you like me anymore? …
Anne took a deep breath and quickly blinked to blink the fog in her eyes back.
.
Anne didn't know when she fell asleep.
She was woken up by a noise.
When she opened her eyes, she found that there was no one on the bed, and there was a figure squatting behind her. If she hadn't sensed the familiar scent on her neck, she would have screamed in fright.
She didn't know what time it was, but it seemed to be completely dark outside. The faint light of the street lamps was faintly reflected on the curtains.
"Shylock?" Anne called his name softly.
He was in a very strange position, covering her like a big quilt and resting his chin on her shoulder. That was how the familiar smell came from his nostrils.
"Hmm?" A muffled response.
Anne knew that he wasn't awake yet.
"What are you doing?"
Anne's question seemed to awaken a trace of his consciousness.
He moved behind her and put a hand in the crook of her leg.
"Carrying you to sleep," he said.
Anne wanted to laugh.
No wonder Inspector Lestrade wanted to record his appearance. It was really rare.
She reached her hand back and stroked his curly hair, as if she was smoothing the fur of a spoiled dog.
"You're the one who should sleep, Shylock. Have you forgotten? You're not feeling well now. Sleep well and you'll be fine in the morning. "
He replied softly, "Of course I'll be fine. I'm fine. I'm fine now. "
Well, even if he wasn't awake, his tone was smooth and arrogant.
Before Anne could coax him again, she felt the person behind her suddenly get up. At the same time, her feet were off the ground in an instant — he really carried her!
Anne exclaimed softly.
He couldn't even stand properly, let alone carry her now.
As soon as he stood up, he staggered and was about to fall forward. Annie hurriedly closed her eyes and prepared herself for the fall.
But in the end, his feet suddenly turned, and he fell straight backwards.
"Bang!" There was a loud sound. Even Watson next door heard it.
Anne was held tightly by him and fell directly on his body without being hurt at all. It was just that his brain, which was already numb from the cold, was stunned for a full five seconds before he reacted.
Fortunately, it was the big bed that caught them from behind. Even so, Anne quickly got up from his body. "Are you okay, Shylock? Are you hurt? "
Shylock lay on the bed and shook his head left and right, as if he didn't know what had happened.
Watson opened the door and saw Shylock lying on the bed. Anne bent down and knelt beside him. The two of them were very close to each other …
Did he interrupt something?
Dr. Watson held the door handle and looked away at the ground under his feet.
"Uh, sorry, you can continue …"
After saying that, he gently closed the door and left.
Anne was a little speechless. The person on the bed was unconscious because he was drugged. What were they going to continue for?
When Shylock saw Watson, he suddenly thought of their case and struggled to get up from the bed. He was dizzy and couldn't stand properly, so he crawled down with his hands and feet.
Anne was really helpless and amused.
She reached out and grabbed his arm, and he angrily shook her off. Even in a semi-conscious state, Anne was not as strong as him.
In the end, she could only stand in front of him and said helplessly in a low voice, "Shylock, I have a cold and my head hurts. Can you be more obedient? "
This sentence made him stop moving his hands and feet, and he nodded and said, "Okay."
Before Anne could breathe a sigh of relief, she saw him start to crawl down the bed after answering.
Anne, "…"
"Didn't you promise to be more obedient?" Anne grabbed his arm.
Shylock looked up at her calmly. "I'll go look for John. He's a doctor."
Anne was stunned, then she smiled and said patiently, "John has already seen me and let me take the medicine. But now I have to sleep. I'll be fine when I wake up."
He looked at her and thought for a while, as if to determine if she was telling the truth.
After a few seconds, Mr. Holmes seemed to accept this answer.
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