She was actually engaged.
Moreover, it was with Sherlock Holmes.
Anne stood in the sunlight,
She looked at the ring on her ring finger again,
It still felt like a dream,
It was unbelievable.
The small diamond shone brightly under the sunlight.
Anne believed that she would never forget the smile on Shylock's face at that moment. All the starlight fell into his eyes, and he looked at her with those incomparably beautiful eyes. For the rest of her life, she would be willing to do anything for this smile.
What was even more lovely was..,
After she said "Yes", Shylock even forgot to help her put on the ring,
It wasn't until several reminders came from behind them that they realized,
The guests in the ballroom had stopped dancing, and everyone was standing at the door looking at them.
Shylock called out "Jesus!" in dissatisfaction, He hated this kind of drama, and he hated being disturbed even more.
But thanks to the bystanders' reminder,
He finally remembered to help her put on the ring.
Anne looked down at Shylock's hand that was gently holding hers.
His palm was very big,
But his fingers were fair and slender. Anne felt that his palm was sweaty, and even his fingertips were trembling slightly.
He was very nervous, or very excited. Or simply nervous and excited.
Sherlock Holmes like this made people's hearts soften,
A warm liquid slowly gathered in his eyes. Anne couldn't see his face clearly, but she could feel it,
He brought her hand to his lips,
He kissed the ring on her ring finger,
Then he leaned over and kissed her.
That night, the gentle crescent moon poured down its light without reservation, gently enveloping them.
In this world, only Sherlock Holmes had such magic power. He used the truth, warmth, and passion hidden under his indifference, indifference, sharpness, and arrogance to unexpectedly bring the most intense and wonderful feeling to people.
Anne then remembered that it seemed that except for her, everyone already knew in advance that Shylock was going to propose. Thinking about it this way, everyone's strange behavior that day was no longer strange.
Watson revealed the truth to her, and the doctor described the scene of Shylock's accident with a joyful tone, as if she had finally caught a genius.
In fact, it was very simple. Watson just accidentally bumped into Shylock one day searching for something very strange on the computer. Don't get the wrong idea. These strange things are: "32 Simple and Creative Proposals," "A Checklist of Super Practical Proposals," "The Most Creative Proposal Ideas in History," "How to Propose with the Highest Success Rate?"
And so on.
As one could imagine, Watson's surprise was much greater than Anne's when she found out that Shylock was searching for the groom's speech online.
Mr. Holmes, who was caught in the act, calmly expressed that he was willing to spend ten minutes to listen to Dr. Watson's advice. Although these suggestions were all rejected by a certain tsundere in the end.
If Watson knew about this, it meant that Mary knew, and soon Mrs. Hudson also knew.
Of course, the doctor was not someone who couldn't keep a secret, but Shylock didn't ask him to keep it a secret at all.
As for how Mcauliffe found out? His surname was Holmes, and this reason was sufficient.
The question everyone was most concerned about was when Anne and Shylock were going to get married.
For Shylock, since he had decided to propose, time was not a problem at all. As long as Anne agreed, the two of them could walk into the church the next day.
Therefore, this important question, of course, couldn't be solved according to Mr. Holmes's genius.
Anne thought for a long time and felt that she should at least wait until after she graduated from college.
Time was probably the most difficult thing in the world to count. It seemed like a gentle snap of a finger, and Anne had been in this world for nearly three years.
She was twenty-one years old. In the past, Anne had never thought that she would fall in love and get married, but now she actually had a fiancé, and his name was Sherlock Holmes.
The world was bizarre.
The blue sky and white clouds, the shadows of the trees, from spring to winter, the four seasons changed. Only the golden number on the door of apartment 221B remained unchanged from the beginning to the end.
After autumn, the weather gradually turned cold. The sky was clear, and it was as if the most brilliant painter had mixed the colors in a palette. It was so blue and far away.
This year was Anne's last year in college. All the students had to complete their graduation thesis and final graduation exhibition, so Anne was very busy this year.
Dean Ward suggested that Anne apply for a master's program at the Royal Academy of Arts, and Anne was considering it. At the same time, she also decided to participate in this year's "PB Portrait Award" and "Senna Award" competitions.
Anne had chosen oil painting in the beginning, not only because she liked it, but also because she was willful. After all, although the name of the art profession sounded nice, it was often associated with the word "down and out."
The "PB Portrait Award" and "Senna Award" were the most prestigious painting and visual art awards in the United Kingdom. Even if she was only nominated for one of the awards, it would be of great help to her future development.
In order to prevent herself from becoming a "down and out artist" in the future, Anne really had to work harder. Although Mr. Holmes arrogantly said that he could take care of ten of her without any pressure.
The "consulting business" at 221B Baker Street gradually recovered with the return of Shylock. After Dr. Watson's sweet honeymoon ended, he had quit his job at the clinic and became Detective Holmes' indispensable assistant again.
Although Watson did not move back to Baker Street, the nostalgic and considerate Mrs. Hudson still kept his bedroom. Sometimes when he worked too late, the doctor would stay the night there.
Mary was more than four months pregnant. The smart Mrs. Watson could see that her husband was reluctant to leave Baker Street, so she decided to spend a few days every month with the doctor.
But the truth was that Mary liked Baker Street more and more, which directly led to Watson and his wife staying at Baker Street more than they did at their own residence.
Everything looked the same as before — no, it was better than before. Everyone was happier and more fulfilled.
Anne had a backpack on her and two thick picture albums in her hands. With some difficulty, she took out the key from her pocket and opened the black apartment door. She had just returned from school.
The narrow porch was as dark and quiet as ever. The door to the living room on the second floor was closed, and she could vaguely hear the sound of voices.
It seemed that he had a client again. At least Shylock did not have a boring day. Anne was wondering if she would disturb him if she went up now, when the door to the living room on the second floor was pulled open from the inside.
Shylock's tall figure in a suit stood at the top of the stairs and said concisely, "Come up."
Anne smiled and walked up the stairs to the living room. Sure enough, she saw a man and a woman sitting on the sofa in the living room. However, compared to Shylock's previous clients, these two were slightly older and had white hair. It seemed that they were an old couple.
Although they weren't old, Shylock had clients who were older than him, so Anne didn't pay much attention to them.
However, as soon as she appeared, the conversation in the living room immediately stopped, and the two old people looked at her with burning eyes.
Although it was a little strange, Anne still smiled politely.
She held the thick picture album in her hand up and said to Shylock, "I can go to the studio downstairs first …"
Shylock took the picture album from her hand and glanced at his two "clients," and said with unusual certainty, "No, no, they're about to leave."
The detective threw the picture album on the table and turned around to chase them away. He even seemed a little anxious.
The old woman who was urged to stand up from the sofa by Shylock tried to look in Anne's direction as she walked and greeted her happily. "You must be Miss Anne De Boer, right? You're even prettier than I imagined! "
Anne was stunned when she was suddenly called out. She replied with a puzzled expression, "Uh … Thank you."
Detective Holmes was intent on gently nudging the old men in the direction of the door.
"… Shylock." Anne called out his name hesitantly. His actions of chasing people away were even a little rude.
However, Shylock turned a deaf ear to her.
Anne watched as the old woman with white hair seemed to trip on the carpet when she walked past her. Anne subconsciously reached out to help her, but the old woman had already steadied herself and agilely reached out to grab her wrist.
Shylock's action of chasing people away was blocked and he had to stop.
Annie looked at the old lady in front of her who was not letting go of her hand in surprise.
However, the old woman didn't understand Anne's feelings at all. She said eagerly, "We'll stay in London until Saturday, if you have time …"
"No," Shylock interrupted without hesitation and said quickly, "We're very busy, we don't have time."
"Then …"
“No！” The detective refused again in a straightforward tone. "Whether you want to eat, watch a play, or tour London, Mcauliffe will accompany you!"
Mcauliffe? …
Anne, who had been dumbfounded from the moment her hand was held, looked at the two old people who were almost chased away in disbelief. They are …
"Yes," Shylock didn't expect to notice her expression at this time and answered Anne's question very considerately. "They're my parents."
Fa-parents …
Her guess was confirmed. Anne was so nervous for a moment that she almost curtsied.
However, Mr. Holmes, who didn't play by the rules, saved her. Shylock snatched her hand back from Mrs. Holmes and finally succeeded in pushing the two old people out of the door.
The three of them blocked the door and whispered to each other, looking strange and cute. Anne came back to her senses and politely walked away a few steps so as not to disturb them.
"You should let me give her the Holmes family's ring, Shylock. You know, I originally thought that it would be impossible to pass down the ring in this life. You and Mcauliffe refused to marry. Of course, "the old woman's tone changed," No one is willing to marry you. "
Shylock impatiently closed his eyes and said, "Thank you, Anne already has a ring."
"Take her home for Christmas, Shylock. It's tradition, "Mrs. Holmes requested.
"We never celebrate Christmas," Shylock reminded coldly.
"We celebrate this year."
…
Hearing the sound of the door closing behind her, Anne turned around and saw Shylock standing at the door with a relieved expression.
Anne was surprised and amused.
To be honest, Anne had never thought about what kind of people Shylock's parents were, even after he proposed to her. Maybe it was because people like Shylock and Mcauliffe were so extraordinary that it was easy to ignore their normal human nature — for example, they must have parents, and they didn't really jump out of a crack in a rock, or come from some kind of highly intelligent alien species.
But the two old people just now looked too normal, too … ordinary.
However, Anne thought about it again. To be able to raise two such outstanding and unique children, Holmes and his wife were probably not as ordinary as they looked. Besides, every parent was great.
There was also a very important point. To some extent, Shylock was well protected. So he could be willful, arrogant, and childish until now. Of course, in addition to his parents, he also had an older brother who protected him all the time.
With such a happy and stable marriage of parents and a brother who loved his brother, Shylock's "high-functioning antisocial personality" only made him a naughty and willful brat in the end.
However, Annie would soon find out that the Holmes family did not have two children who were as "outstanding and different from the rest." There were three of them.
And the other one was the real "high-functioning antisocial personality" …
"I thought you were going to think about your graduation work at school this afternoon," Shylock said as he walked back into the living room.
"I had no clue, so I came back early."
Shylock pursed his lips and secretly glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
Anne said with a smile, "Your eyes are very similar to your mother's, but your other facial features are more like your father's."
Shylock pouted and didn't say anything.
Anne looked at him and said hesitantly, "Are you sure we don't need to have dinner with them? After all … "
But Anne's voice became fainter and fainter under Mr. Holmes's accusatory cool eyes and finally disappeared.
"Do you still remember when you last had dinner with me?" Shylock's light voice deliberately emphasized the word "me".
Anne had been really busy recently because of the competition. These days, because the style of the works for the competition couldn't be determined, sometimes she would discuss with the tutor until late at night.
But if she remembered correctly, it was only two days — she only didn't rush back to the apartment for dinner for two nights.
Annie wanted to defend herself, but she saw Sherlock pursing his lips. His lips were pale, and his clear eyes were filled with dissatisfaction. He looked like a child whose favorite toy was snatched away.
Well, not only that, he was also a child who always had a way to make her willing to agree to all his requests.
Anne smiled and walked two steps closer. She stopped in front of him and stretched out her hands to gently hug his waist.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault," Anne said with a good-natured smile. "I promise to come home on time every day and have dinner with you, okay?"
Mr. Holmes snorted coldly.
But this was an "unequal treaty" because when Shylock and Watson were busy with cases, it was common for them to come home late. Not to mention dinner, Anne sometimes woke up at night and found that the other side of the bed was still empty.
But what could she do? She had never had any principles in front of him.
Anne's hands moved away from his waist and slowly moved up until she held his face and rubbed it happily.
"Give me a smile."
Mr. Holmes's handsome face was held in her hands, and he tried hard to maintain an expressionless face.
Anne was overjoyed. How could he be so cute?!
Her hands pressed down slightly, and that fair and beautiful face was distorted by her torture, and his faint lips were slightly pouted.
Anne tiptoed over and kissed those two fleshy lips again and again.
Shylock's skin was fair. When Anne was done playing with him and let go, there were a few faint red marks left on his face.
Anne's heart ached and she was regretting it when she heard the "victim" ask faintly, "Done playing?"
Anne nodded guiltily.
Shylock's voice instantly lowered. "Then, it's my turn …"
Anne didn't understand what he meant when her small cheeks were firmly held by a pair of big hands, and the familiar hot breath hit her face …
He used too much strength, and the desk was behind Anne. She almost couldn't control herself and hit the edge of the desk, and she moaned softly.
Sherlock heard her and moved his hands down. He hugged her waist and lifted her up. The two of them were even closer.
Compared to Anne's gentle kisses, Shylock's kisses were very different. They were hot, intense, deep, and full of control. At times, they even seemed a little crazy. These characteristics were the complete opposite of his usual cold and arrogant appearance, but they were extremely compatible.
Annie loved him so much that every time he breathed, her mind would go blank and she would lose her ability to think.
It was the same this time.
When Shylock was finally willing to let go of her, Anne was still panting, and she didn't notice when Shylock's hands slid from her waist to her legs.
It was only when her body suddenly became weightless and her feet left the ground that Anne realized that Shylock had picked her up.
Finally regaining her rationality, Anne reminded him weakly, "It's daytime now!"
"So?" Mr. Holmes looked at her straightforwardly and confidently. "What does this have to do with what we're going to do next?"
Facing Sherlock Holmes like this, Anne couldn't resist at all.
However, the deep voice above her head calmly added, "And it's not like we haven't done it in the daytime."
Anne blushed and reached out to cover his mouth. "… Don't talk."
Shylock, who had lost the right to speak, glanced at her condescendingly. Anyway, he didn't like to talk much. He preferred to do it physically!
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