Winter Evergreen: A Tale of Love and Betrayal

In the confines of The Plaza Hotels lavatory, a scene of raw passion was unfolding within a closed stall. Elizabeth Bennet knelt on the cold tiles, her evening gown hiked up to her waist, with the mans legs pressed tightly against her back.

"Bold of you, to flirt with another man right in front of me. Your vulgar nature truly knows no bounds," Mr. Darcy exerted himself, a mix of mockery and punishment evident in his actions.

She was nearly shattered by the impact, her voice broken: "I havent..."

Mr. Darcy pressed her waist and thrust suddenly, almost causing Elizabeth, who was biting her lower lip in pain, to cry out, "Deny it! You and Edward Cullen were flirting right before my eyes, werent you?"

"Hes just... my escort..." Elizabeth struggled to explain.

"Escort?" Mr. Darcys tone was questioning, filled with doubt, "Who gave you permission to have an escort?"

"You have a fiancée, why cant I have an escort!" she whispered back at him, a mix of accusation and a venting of the days grievances.

Today was the engagement party of Mr. Darcy and Jane Eyre.

One was the man she had loved for ten years, the other her half-sister.

Although Elizabeth Bennet did not know why he suddenly pulled her here during the banquet, it did not alleviate her pain but instead increased her humiliation.

Mr. Darcy grabbed her hair and pulled, making her body bend more, to better accommodate his size, "I have told you before, you are my dog. Without my permission, you are not allowed to interact with anyone. You have no choice but to obediently listen to me. This is the price you pay for seducing me with drugs five years ago, causing Jane to go mad!"

Any further explanations were swallowed into her throat, turning into a series of unbearable gasps. However, at this moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly came.

The sound of high heels on the tiles was particularly crisp.

"Mom, help me get my phone, I need to use the restroom."

This voice was all too familiar to her, it was Jane Eyre!

And the mother she spoke of was their mother, Mrs. Bennet.

Elizabeth quickly covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound that would embarrass herself.

If Jane saw them like this, that lady would probably cause a scene, and in the end, it would still be Elizabeth who suffered!

But the man who should have been more nervous was calm and composed, instead placing his hand on her sensitive spot, accelerating his fierce attack like a beast gathering strength.

Her body trembled violently due to the stimulation brought by the man, but at this moment, Jane unexpectedly chose their stall first and pushed the door.

Of course, the door couldnt be opened, but thinking that Jane was just half a meter away, her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

Then Jane went into the stall next door, but Mr. Darcy became even bolder, holding her slender waist and lifting her up, pressing her against the wooden partition that separated them, making a loud "thud."

Her heart almost stopped from the shock, and a voice came from the other side asking, "Whos there?"

Mr. Darcy forcibly opened her hand that was covering her mouth, and forcefully collided, challenging her limit of endurance.

Elizabeth desperately held back the cry that was about to escape, nervously afraid of attracting suspicion, even feeling that the sound of their collision was particularly abrupt.

But Mr. Darcy did not intend to let her go, and his body and fingers worked together, clearly enjoying her expression of pain and distortion.

At the same time, his breath sprayed on her ear, almost causing an electric current throughout her body, and a cry of indulgence burst from her throat.

Elizabeth quickly covered her mouth, but she didnt know if Jane had heard it on the other side.

A few minutes later, the sound of high heels rang out again, and Jane left the restroom.

"Still sensible," they said after they left, but the low tone was full of coldness, "Can you hold on for so long, are you denying my ability? Hmm?"

Elizabeth was silent, responding with shivers all over her body.

This was not right, that was not right.

She was always the one to be scolded in his heart, no matter how she answered, it would not satisfy him, so she might as well keep silent.

Unexpectedly, this also angered Mr. Darcy, as if her presence would ignite his anger, "Vile woman, if it werent for having been with many men, you couldnt have endured for so long."

Elizabeth felt wronged in her heart, wanting to tell Mr. Darcy that she had only been with him in her life, but the explanation that came to her mouth was all swallowed by her.

It had been five years, and he had never believed her words, whether it was the accidental night or the fabricated complaints of Jane, or his disdain for her being dirty, more words were useless.

Seeing that she did not speak, Mr. Darcy lost interest, quickly finished, and threw Elizabeth aside like a rag doll.

While tidying up his clothes, he commanded, "Go and change into a clean set of clothes, dont let people see at my engagement banquet that my fiancées sister is such a mess."

Until this moment, what he cared about, thought about, and missed was still only Jane.

Even if Elizabeth did not show it, the bitter smile at the corner of her mouth betrayed her.

Mr. Darcy did not look at her again and turned out of the restroom.

But he did not know that Elizabeth had no clean clothes to change into, even the set she was wearing was the one Jane had worn before, and before going out, she was forced to put it on.

Elizabeth squatted on the ground, rubbing her weak legs, and after a long time, she got up and went out, facing the mirror to tidy up the clothes that he had deformed, and washed her face until she thought she could see people before leaving the restroom.

The engagement banquet was still very lively, Mr. Darcy and Jane snuggled up sweetly, accepting blessings from all directions.

"You little girl, what are you doing! Be on your best behavior at such an important occasion! If you mess up your sisters engagement ceremony, I wont let you go!"

Mrs. Bennet gave her a bad look, then walked between the business owners with a glass of wine.

And Elizabeth hid in a corner, quiet like air, standing, watching.

On the other side, Mr. Darcy saw her come out and couldnt help but glance at her a few times.

After the fierce battle just now, the evening gown wrapped around her body was a bit deformed, and the clothes that didnt have much fabric were even more revealing.

The almost perfect figure had the ability to hook souls like a poppy, and it could easily ignite the primal flame in a mans heart.

Mr. Darcys eyes cooled a bit.

What an indecent woman!

At this moment, Jane also perfectly captured his gaze, and followed the direction to see the annoying woman.

She had a feeling just now that Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth had disappeared at the same time, and then came out of the bathroom one after the other...

She knew that Elizabeth was not honest, and she actually seduced her fiancé at the engagement ceremony! Its too shameless!

A trace of malice flashed in her eyes, and then it disappeared, turning into a tenderness that could melt ice and snow.

"Darcy, lets go over there and greet them. We havent toasted to my sister for such a long time at the banquet," Jane said to him coquettishly.

Mr. Darcy paused for a second, then smiled and nodded.

The two walked to Elizabeth with a glass of wine, and Jane, contrary to her usual behavior, affectionately put her arm around her and smiled sweetly, "Why are you here by yourself, sister? Where is mom?"

"Over there." Elizabeth pointed in the direction of Mrs. Bennet, and said coldly with her head down.

Janes mind was not on this at all, and a trace of mockery appeared at the corner of her mouth. Her hand moved on her back.

A small thread that would not be easily noticed appeared at the back of Elizabeths evening gown...