Miss Bentley's expression suddenly became subtle.

No one expected these two people to appear at the same time, and no one expected someone to appear at this time.

Miss Bentley forced an unnatural smile and reluctantly greeted them, but she didn't know where her eyes fell. She wanted to observe Circy's expression, but she felt guilty and didn't dare to look into her eyes.

It was rare for Darcy to feel awkward. He even felt a little remorseful, but he felt that his remorseful feelings were unreasonable.

This made him vigilant. He might have indeed paid too much attention to this country girl. This was a dangerous signal.

He should restrain himself.

Thinking of this, Darcy's eyes became cold and distant again.

He calmly saluted and greeted Circy. His eyes paused for a moment on her body before he politely left.

It was a pity that Miss Bentley was currently immersed in her own emotions. Otherwise, she would have discovered that she had almost succeeded in her goal. That was something worth celebrating.

Circy's mind wasn't as complicated as these people.

She did hear it, and it should be said that she heard it very thoroughly. However, she didn't realize that the so-called "Madam" that Miss Bentley mentioned was referring to her.

She didn't notice that Darcy treated her differently from the beginning to the end. Listening to Miss Bentley's words and making fun of her, she didn't feel like she was referring to herself.

She just took it as Miss Bentley's daily venomous tongue. She just took it as Miss Bentley's daily venomous tongue.

At this moment, looking at the two people opposite her who seemed to have imagined something and their expressions changed, she found it strange and funny.

As for why Circy came out for a walk with Mrs. Hurstow, oh, it definitely wasn't because they hit it off. It was purely a coincidence.

Circy sensed that Cassandra was coming, so she hurriedly found an excuse to go downstairs.

She and Cassandra were in a soulbound state, so they could easily sense each other's location. Who knew that she would run into Mrs. Hurstow as soon as she entered the garden.

They bumped into each other, and both of them were heading to the garden. Circy didn't care, but Mrs. Hurstow couldn't help but invite her insincerely.

Then, the four of them ran into each other.

To be honest, Mrs. Hurstow felt embarrassed for her sister.

She naturally knew that Miss Bentley had been trying to divert Darcy's attention from Miss Lucas recently. It would be best if he could completely hate her, but she didn't expect that the airtight wall in the world could be so full of holes.

For a moment, her expression changed.

Circy was probably the only one whose attention was not on this. She felt that this matter had nothing to do with her, so she put all this nonsense to the back of her mind. She only wanted to see Cassandra, who had come to find her.

Mrs. Hurstow, of course, was more on her sister's side than Circy. She hurriedly stepped forward and stood on the other side of Darcy. "Oh, what a coincidence. Why don't we take a walk together?"

As she said that, the path could only accommodate three people. When Mrs. Hurstow stepped forward, only Circy was left standing behind.

Circy was happy. She was still worried about how to get rid of Mrs. Hurstow. Seeing her take the initiative to leave, she felt that it couldn't be better. She bowed and said goodbye. "I'm worried about Jane, so I'll go back first."

This was the most appropriate reason she could find. After saying that, she left happily, thinking about finding another way to find her Sandi.

However, Darcy misunderstood her leaving happily. He only thought that the girl must have felt wronged and left in a hurry. He couldn't bear to see her leave in such a hurry.

However, when he thought about the warning he had just given himself, he immediately became more alert and suppressed his emotions.

In terms of familiarity with the Netherfield, these people who had paid the rent were far less familiar with it than Circy.

As soon as she left the sight of the three people, Circy found a familiar path and went out.

Cassandra was squatting by the tree at the back door, waiting for her. Although she was a Golden Retriever, she squatted in an elegant posture. Her chin was slightly raised, her eyes were half-closed, and her tail was half curled by her legs.

Even when she saw Circy coming over, she didn't get up and looked as calm as ever.

Circy walked a few steps quickly, squatted down, and buried her face in Cassandra's soft neck hair and rubbed it.

In fact, staying in the Netherfield for the past two days had made her feel uncomfortable. Whether it was the Bentley siblings, Mr. Darcy, or the Hesto couple, they all put on airs as if they were upper class people.

Their every move was polite, and their words were also full of twists and turns. They could tell ten layers of meaning from one layer, and they always liked to make people guess the deeper meaning of their words.

Elizabeth was smart and quick-witted, but even she complained to Circy several times, not to mention Circy herself.

In modern times, Circy was a homebody who would never go out unless it was important. It was a little better here, but she was still simple and straightforward.

This level of social interaction was a little too difficult for her. She only felt that there was pressure and restraint on all sides, and it was very boring.

Cassandra squatted obediently, and even tilted her head to make her master's position more comfortable.

Circy rubbed against the tree trunk for a while, then simply sat down.

The hem of her dress spread out on the ground, and Cassandra was lying on her stomach beside her legs.

She stroked her hair from time to time, but she was actually in a daze.

She had been holding it in for the past few days, and it was rare for her to have such a relaxed time. Even if they just stayed together and did nothing, she felt satisfied.

In the end, Cassandra was the only one who could and would always be with her.

Their souls were connected, and they shared life. Because Circy was a Kletikans witch who was good at soul magic, she had an extremely long lifespan.

Even if she added the years in modern times and now, it was only a fraction of their long lives.

Every time she counted the years she had left to live, Circy could always calm down.

She had such a long life, and there was really no need to worry about these small episodes.

As soon as her heart calmed down, she slowly fell asleep.

When Darcy came, he saw the girl's unguarded appearance. Her head was slightly tilted back against the tree trunk, her hair was messy, and the hem of her dress was wrinkled. She breathed softly and slowly, and her cheeks were covered with a light layer of pink.

He couldn't explain why he left the garden and came back.

He wanted to write a letter in the study, but his mind was blank. When he came back to his senses, he came here.