Chapter 1179: Chapter 362: The Thief, The Peddler, The Gambler, The Smoker_2 Chapter 1179: Chapter 362: The Thief, The Peddler, The Gambler, The Smoker_2 Leonard Churchill also inwardly exclaid, “This guy is so strong!”
His current strength was comparable to a Sixth Tier pure strength card master, yet now he couldn’t even budge a porter?
Concentrating his gaze and perceiving on the “Intention” level, he seed to see a strong giant bear blocking the way.
And upon closer inspection, the passengers around him also felt quite abnormal.
The old woman had a sharp, foxlike face, the lady in the floral jacket had a snake-like waist, the young chap in a felt hat had a porcupine’s nose…
At a glance, they looked like ordinary people, but upon close examination, not one of them was normal.
It was with close observation that Leonard Churchill realized these fellows seed to each have an Immortal Aegis Animal by their side.
But since this was the White Family’s private train, he wasn’t too surprised.
Sophia Jones, however, noticed that those “people” didn’t want them to leave the carriage and indifferently said, “Let’s just stand for a while. It’s fine.”
Leonard Churchill listened and nodded in agreent.
…
“Clang clack~”
“Clang clack~”
“…”
The sound of the wheels friction against the rails mixed with the clamor of the carriage, constantly tornting people’s auditory senses.
Since becoming an advanced card master, Leonard Churchill had never felt that a “standing ticket” could be so unbearable.
It wasn’t just the physical stiffness but seed like there was so mysterious force’s limitation.
It felt as though one’s fate was frozen like a chess piece on a board, bound by the constraint of being unable to move freely within the ga.
If Leonard Churchill felt this way, then Sophia Jones, wearing high heels, was probably enduring even more.
It wasn’t that she couldn’t bear it. It was more likely the discomfort of not fitting in.
Sophia Jones stood out too much, even with Leonard Churchill covering her and sharing the attention, she was like a delicate rose shining brilliantly in the muddy carriage.
Striving to remain alluring yet not bewitching, and keeping that airy elegance was not easy.
Just then, with a “clang clack,” the train seed to run over sothing, and for a mont jolted.
The crowd in the carriage surged like a wave, and a push from the people behind made Leonard Churchill stagger, nearly falling.
He happened to bump into Sophia Jones in front of him.
Leonard Churchill, quick-eyed and deft-handed, wrapped his arms around her waist, and the two of them managed to stabilize themselves.
He wanted to let go, but the people in the back were already pressing forward.
Leonard Churchill simply kept his hand on her waist, protecting her from others getting too close.
The aisle had nearly no space to spare, and now that people were squeezing in, the two of them were very close.
They had been slightly turned away from each other just a mont ago, but now they were face to face, sharing an intimate closeness.
Looking up, he saw a lovely face up close, with Sophia Jones’ forehead carrying a touch of a smile, her expression still indifferent.
Leonard Churchill was completely focused, and Sophia Jones didn’t mind at all.
By now, Leonard Churchill vaguely understood what was going on with this train: it was a bunch of Immortal Aegis Animals trying to break Sophia Jones’ spirit.
If they were to stand like this all the way to the City of Thieves, they might lose all elents of the divine Air.
The atmosphere in the carriage was a bit eerie.
The two of them were like isolated outsiders.
No one knew how much longer the train would travel, and it wasn’t possible to talk about serious matters.
Leonard Churchill wouldn’t let the atmosphere turn cold. Feeling a smooth sensation under his hand guarding Sophia Jones’ lower back, he casually remarked, “I haven’t seen Aunt Jones in a cheongsam for a long ti.”
A twirl in Sophia Jones’ beautiful eyes: “Oh, really?”
She was wearing a form-fitting black and gold cheongsam that snugly wrapped around her graceful figure, outlining the exquisite contours of her body.
The high slits of the dress properly revealed her fair legs, exuding a subtle and charming sexiness.
Leonard Churchill’s hand lightly stroked the silk material and comnted, “Hmm. It looks good.”
Listening to the praise, Sophia Jones’ soft gaze carried a slight ripple of laughter, and she chuckled, “Thank you~”
Outside the window, there was a flowing blackness, and the location was unknown, and it was quite bumpy.
The passengers in the carriage would also surge over like a wave from ti to ti.
So n who were looking at Sophia Jones with obviously bad intentions were trying to take advantage of the situation to grope her.
Leonard Churchill simply stepped in and fully shielded Sophia Jones in front of him, one arm wrapping around her slender waist, protecting her with the other.
This protection seed to create a barrier against vulgarity, silently dissolving any awkwardness.
Even with the rather intimate physical contact, Sophia Jones’ face showed no hint of the shy blush of a young girl, maintaining a composed and elegant deanor throughout.
With her being so forthright, of course, Leonard Churchill did not feel out of place.
Although they had known each other for a long ti, he also realized that this was perhaps the first ti he had observed Sophia Jones so closely.
Indeed, her features were flawless, especially the intelligent and dignified charm between her brows that made onlookers find her more enchanting the longer they looked.
Sophia Jones, noticing Leonard Churchill examining her, felt no unease, instead her eyes held a warmth like that of spring, responding with a question, “What’s wrong? Is there sothing off about my makeup today?”
Leonard Churchill, serious yet with a teasing tone, said, “I think Aunt Jones is getting prettier.”
Sophia Jones laughed in response to the complint and without denial, she replied generously, “Well. Thank you for the praise.”
The neckline of the cheongsam was modestly low, just enough to reveal the elegant curve of her long neck and the soft contour of her collarbone, Leonard Churchill’s perspective offered him a view of a swath of fair, imposing, and deep cleavage.
Their chests touched montarily, and both could clearly sense each other’s heartbeat, their posture slightly provocative.
It was strange to say, but although Leonard Churchill had seen Sophia Jones undressed more than once, he still felt at this mont, with these brief glimpses, that certain restless thoughts were stirring within him.
Perhaps it was a kind of tacit agreent, and these thoughts beca increasingly intense.
After so ti, the carriage jolted again, and without thinking, Leonard Churchill’s hand slipped from Sophia Jones’ waist down to her shapely buttocks.
He didn’t move his hand away, and sowhat mischievously left it there.
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