CHAPTER-THREE

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Felix hired the room so he could utilize the trapdoor in his ceiling, which led to the widow's walk from his room at the boarding house. Felix saw the break of morning through the window of his room at the boarding house.

Felix was dressed to the nines just now, but not because he rose early. It had been a while since he had slept. Cool moist air blasted from the ladder under him. I dismissed them with care, as if they meant nothing.

When he came back from the woods yesterday morning, his instructor informed him that the pupils had been staring at his attire since aristocrats should dress according to their status. It was not just a question of conceit for him to wear the finest clothing; it was also a question of morality.

Only eleven years before, when he was a member of the aristocracy, he shown disdain for those who were unable to do so. Everybody has a place in life, and he was one of them once. Given that it reminded him of his own school days, is it fair to assume that he was thinking back on these experiences as he acted out the role of a student?

He cast a quick look as if he were perusing the pages of an unread journal. He watched Emmett's expression during the talk when he informed his pals he was going to be leaving school for the first time. He displayed signals of animosity toward him because of a conflict between his father and his older son. Will he be returning soon?

Do you know why you won't be coming back? Felix was just wiping his lips with a silk handkerchief when that son stopped him and said, "Father." Felix had been speaking to Emmett. "What does that mean?" the son said. "Daddy," he answered.

Given the information that my kid is a scioparto, which I was unaware of before to this, should I now confront my friends about this realization? Considering that my kid is a scioparto, would I now have to confront my acquaintances with this information?

I posed this question in order to comprehend the response. They didn't start to move away from Giuseppe until Emmett turned his back on him, at which point he grew angrier. Emmett said, "A ne'er-do-well? That's all there is to it." "It is only a matter of contacting those who are enamored with you, hoping to loan you money to your friends, so that you can make your way in the world."

Giuseppe suddenly yelled, "Sporco parasite!" "I don't bother you because I know everything there is to know about gambling, jousting, and women, and I am aware of how you waste your time and money. Even though you would ruin every course you took if you didn't have your tutor and secretary, I think it is not surprising to see you ruin every course you take.

Felix had to give his brother credit for not wincing; he was nearly sitting in his father's grip, dressed in a robe trimmed with ermine, soft leather shoes, and an intricately embroidered cap that was perfectly trimmed, but if you do this, you will ruin everything.

The two men had their eyes fixed on each other as he sat almost languidly, his upper lip full of sheer arrogance; Ste-fan said that even if you tried, you could not charm your way out of this situation.

The sound of a light step coming out of the study doorway caught Felix's attention, and he paused in amazement as he looked into the lapis lazuli-colored eyes framed by golden lashes. Felix could not charm your way out of here, he said; you could only captivate with your gaze.

When Claudia was sick, her father brought her to a neighboring Italian countryside where she remained for the length of her sickness. He was taken by the beauty of the eye and interested by it.

She whispered gently, "I'm sorry for intruding." Felix answered immediately, "Don't leave." Felix wanted to say more, to grab her hand, but he couldn't. Since then, things had changed for Felix, and since then, his life had changed for the better as well.

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