After breakfast,
Anne took some fever medicine.
Watson went out on a date. The clinic's beautiful Dr. Sarah was already a thing of the past, and the girl Watson was now dating was called Janet. Anne knew that Shylock even made a bet with Inspector Lestrade,
Whether Watson's relationship could last past Christmas.
Sometimes, when men were childish, it made people speechless.
This lively breakfast, accompanied by a restricted topic, was about to end,
A new accident occurred.
Anne had no appetite,
But she still slowly finished the breakfast prepared by Mrs. Hudson. Just as she was about to swallow the last mouthful of toast,
She choked on a sound.
To be exact, it was a text message ringtone.
Anyone who had watched this drama would probably be familiar with this ringtone.
It was the sexy moan of a woman.
Anne looked at Shylock's well-defined fingers as he picked up the phone from the dining table,
He casually glanced at it,
He put it down, unfolded the newspaper, and continued to read with a focused expression.
Anne picked up the teacup beside her,
She took a sip of tea to smooth out the clogged feeling in her throat.
She glanced at Shylock's phone on the table again and finally realized that something was wrong.
That... seemed to be her phone.
"Shylock..."
"What?" His voice came from behind the newspaper.
Anne was very sure that he did it on purpose. It was impossible for him not to see what she was going to do.
"My phone." Anne pointed at his hand.
"Oh,"
Shylock was finally willing to look away from the newspaper and look at her,
Then he said with a cold expression,
"Obviously,
Our suspect has been very interested in you since last night,
She has already sent you eight text messages. "
Anne felt that it was a little ridiculous,
Why did she feel that Shylock's tone sounded like he was jealous?
And he didn't seem to want to return the phone to her at all.
"Is that so?" Anne replied softly,
After struggling for 0.01 seconds, she pretended to be interested and asked, "What did she say in her text message?"
Shylock's gray-green eyes narrowed dangerously. He put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at her with a faint smile. "You want to know?"
Anne immediately gave in. "Uh, no, I don't really want to …"
But it was too late. Mr. Holmes picked up the phone on the table and flipped through it calmly.
"Let me see — oh, yes, Madam Irene Adler sends her greetings to you and asks if you have recovered from your cold. Well, that's great. It seems that this lady also has her own unusual experience in treating insomnia. She also said that she would be very happy to provide free 'treatment' the next time we meet. Oh, I almost forgot, she also very sincerely invited you to have dinner with her. "
Shylock's voice was relaxed and cheerful, but every time he read a line, his eyes turned colder.
Anne wanted to laugh, but under Mr. Holmes's murderous gaze, she forced herself to hold it in. Although she didn't know why Madam Adler had changed the target of the text message from Shylock to her, Shylock's reaction was too exaggerated.
But — well, it was also cute.
After the colorful breakfast, Anne wanted to go back to her residence and ask for leave from Angelo. And she wanted to take a shower. She was sweaty and uncomfortable.
Mr. Holmes, who was unhappy that his woman was being molested by another woman, domineeringly disagreed.
He had already asked for leave from Angelo for Anne. As for —
Shylock's cold eyes fell on her. "You can take a shower here."
Anne just moved her lips when he immediately stopped her. "Are you going to refuse me?"
He pursed his thin lips tightly and looked at her with his gray-green eyes. He actually looked a little sad and pitiful.
Although she knew that he did it on purpose, Anne, who had just said that she wouldn't refuse him, was speechless.
"Then … I'll go downstairs …"
Shylock immediately interrupted her happily. "Mrs. Hudson hasn't tidied up your room yet!"
Was he that happy? Was he happy to let her stay?
But did he know that she didn't want to leave at all?
Anne smiled softly and finally compromised.
"Okay," she said softly. "If you play the violin for me, I'll stay here."
As for taking a shower … Anne had to ignore it. After all, the bathroom on the second floor was not far from the living room. She really didn't have the courage …
Shylock readily agreed.
He arranged for Anne to sit on his soft and comfortable sofa, then took a thin blanket from the bedroom to cover her. Finally, he even carefully poured a cup of hot tea and put it on the small round table beside her.
He seemed a little excited when he did all this. After he was done, he stood by the side and watched for a few seconds with satisfaction.
This was probably Shylock's first time taking care of a patient.
However, Anne was much more obedient than him when she was sick. She was very cooperative.
"Okay, now tell me, what song do you want to listen to?" Shylock picked up the violin from the shelf and asked in a low voice. He added, "This is your sick benefit."
Anne looked at him and said, "You know, I like it all." Her voice was soft.
As long as it was him, she liked it.
This sentence wasn't very subtle, which made Anne blush a little, but she didn't look away. She still looked straight at him with a gentle smile.
Shylock also looked at her for a while, then his tall figure walked to the sofa. With the violin in his hand, he leaned over slightly and kissed her lips very naturally.
He said, "Of course, my dear, of course I know."
Until the melodious sound of the violin sounded, Anne's ears were still red.
He had just kissed her. Not her cheek or forehead, but her lips.
And she was sure that Sherlock Holmes was very awake now.
Anne slowly leaned against the back of the sofa, tilted her head, and stared at him.
The fever medicine she took helped her sleep, and she didn't sleep much last night. At this moment, Shylock's beautiful violin made her even more quiet and relaxed. Anne felt her eyelids a little heavy, but she couldn't bear to sleep. She wanted to keep looking at him like this.
The sky outside the window was still gloomy, and a winter snow was brewing. But she was in a warm and soft world, and didn't feel cold at all.
Those melodious tunes became gentler and softer, and Anne finally closed her eyes slowly.
She knew that there was someone who would always be by her side. His deft and beautiful fingers could play the violin. His soft curly hair gently brushed against her skin several times. It was soft and itchy. His grayish-green eyes were clearer than a clear spring. Sometimes, they seemed cold and heartless, but when he looked at her, she was willing to agree to all his requests.
And his cold thin lips would make everyone speechless, but … his kiss could be so hot that it made people unable to breathe …
This was her Sherlock Holmes.
…
Anne didn't sleep very deeply.
Shylock leaned over and wanted to carry her back to the bedroom to sleep.
Anne woke up immediately. Knowing that it was him, she lazily didn't open her eyes. She rubbed her hands and wrapped her slender arms around his neck.
"Is my benefit over?"
Shylock wanted to say seriously, "Yes, it's over. You should go back to the bedroom to sleep now."
But Anne's voice was soft as if she had just woken up, and there was a slight nasal sound from the cold. It was as light as the first snowfall in winter.
And her arms that wrapped around him were slender and sentimental … with emotions that he had never felt before.
Almost without a teacher, Mr. Holmes said, "No, I'll give you another benefit. Do you want it?"
His deep and magnetic voice swept across Anne's ears.
Shylock immediately felt the person in his arms tremble slightly.
Obviously, even if Mr. Holmes only used one-tenth of his IQ on flirting, Anne wouldn't be able to resist.
Her performance made Shylock arrogantly and proudly curl his lips. How much did she like him?
There was a sense of satisfaction in his heart. It was different from any other feeling he had in the past, but it was also better and more wonderful than any other feeling in the past.
Even the satisfaction he felt from solving cases couldn't compare to this. Because that kind of satisfaction was short-lived.
But now, the slender girl was in his arms obediently, as if he could break her with a little force, but it also made him want to "break" her with force.
This contradiction kept hitting him, and it also made this sense of satisfaction rise, but it also seemed to have dug out a blank somewhere, and he urgently needed to do something to fill it.
This was amazing.
So Shylock wasn't in a hurry to carry her to the bedroom to sleep. He just wanted to "wake her up" now.
A warm breath came over. Realizing what he wanted to do, Anne immediately hid deeper into his chest.
"I have a cold," she whispered. "I'll pass it to you."
Of course, Mr. Holmes wouldn't be stopped. He said proudly, "I like colds."
Then, he rudely dug her face out of his chest with both hands.
However, Shylock suddenly stopped. Her small and fair cheeks were in his palms, and this seemed to be the first time he had examined her so closely.
Anne wasn't stunningly beautiful, but her facial features were like her personality, very gentle and delicate.
Now, her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes were lowered, fluttering uneasily.
He smelled the faint dessert-like fragrance on her body again.
"Open your eyes, Anne," he suddenly said.
His voice was clean and deep, and Anne's long eyelashes fluttered even more violently, but she still obediently opened her eyes in the end.
The pair of light green eyes, which were the same as his, seemed to contain water, and Shylock could clearly see his own shadow in them.
"Don't you want to look at me?" He leaned closer, the tip of his nose brushing against hers, and his voice was low and seductive.
Anne couldn't reply at all. This was really unfair. The two of them had no experience, but the gap was so big.
But Shylock was right. She wanted to look at him. Very much.
Mr. Holmes instantly saw through her thoughts. His eyes shone with excitement, and his thin lips finally covered hers.
This was a completely different kiss from last night, not only because the two of them were abnormally awake, but also because the living room was bright and they could see each other clearly. Although Anne couldn't help closing her eyes in the end, the darkness made all her senses more sensitive.
She could clearly feel that his slightly cold lips were gradually becoming hot and scalding. His palm pressed against the back of her neck, caressing her soft skin as he held her tighter, tighter, and pressed her against him.
Anne's entire body was trembling, and she gradually felt that it was difficult to breathe. Her heart also hurt because of how fast it was beating.
Shylock immediately noticed her discomfort.
He stopped and waited for her to calm down.
Anne's face was still very red. If he didn't stop, her heart would either stop beating or explode.
She opened her eyes and saw the man with curly hair staring at her unhappily.
"It seems like you need more practice and adaptation, Miss Deboer. We're just kissing now. "
He was already calling her Miss Deboer. It seemed like he was really … very unhappy …
But what did he mean by 'just kissing'? What else did he want to do?
Anne coughed and pushed him with a red face, reminding him, "I'm a patient now."
Shylock didn't insist. He stood up with the help of her strength and scanned the person on the sofa from head to toe with his gray-green eyes.
Finally, his gaze stopped at her bare feet that were exposed outside the blanket and he stopped moving.
Like her entire body, her feet were also white and thin. Now, her left foot was pressing on her right foot, and even her thin and round toes were curled up in confusion.
Mr. Holmes's clear eyes darkened a bit.
After a while, Anne noticed Shylock's gaze. She immediately put her feet under the blanket, and her whole body was burning red.
What a hooligan's Blessing in Disguise. It really made it difficult to breathe.
Yet, he was still wearing a shirt and trousers, standing there with a straight and elegant posture. Coupled with his handsome face that was so cold that it was expressionless, he was still the perfect and ascetic Sherlock Holmes. It was impossible to tell that just a moment ago, he was still domineering over her …
Phew! Anne exhaled softly and stood up from the sofa.
"I'm going to the bedroom to sleep now. You're not allowed to follow me."
Shylock stared at her indifferently for a few seconds. After confirming that she was serious, he snorted softly and turned around to wipe his violin, ignoring her.
Shylock went in after Anne fell asleep.
She was lying quietly on the big bed in his bedroom. The curtains were tightly drawn, and only a dim light from the bedside illuminated her cheeks. She looked even softer and gentler. Probably because of the flu, her white cheeks were a little red. Her long eyelashes lowered quietly, casting a small shadow over her eyes.
Shylock stood by the bed and stared at her sleeping face for a few minutes. Then, he silently closed the door and walked out.
Half a minute later, the soft violin music in the living room rang out again.
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