Note: Hey everyone! Welcome to a new chapter. This chapter takes place a few days after the last one, and Adele is coming back, bringing some startly news with her. No lemons in this chapter, maybe soon. ;) Also, I will be sticking to *JanePOV* for a while, as it's important to understand Jane a bit more before jumping towards another point of view. Reading the book Jane Eyre is not essential, but I strongly advise you do, because it will help you understamd the personalitiesof the characters a bit more.
*JanePOV*
"Adele is coming! It's been weeks, and she is growing up so nicely. I'm sure she'll just love to spend the weekend with us! Aren't you glad, sir?" I said, in a rush, running around the house getting everything ready for her arrival.
"Of course I'm happy, anything that makes you happy will make me joyous too," came the answer from upstairs.
Adele was the sweetest child a girl could wish for. Although she has not blood relation to me, the phrase 'blood is thicker than water' truly does not apply.
Also, Adele is the reason I met Edward in the first place, so I can't help but bond with her.
When Adele arrived, I ran up and hugged her, but instead of hugging me back, she remained limp in my arms, and tears became to flow down her cheeks. I pulled back and looked at her.
"Whats wrong sweetie?" I asked quietly.
"I-is Mr Rochester home?" came her reply.
"Yes, would you like to speak with him?"
"Umm, yeah, thanks Jane."
I walked back into the house and called out loudly:"Edward, Adelé wishes to speak to you, could you please come outside?"
"Sure, in a minute," came the reply. Edward had warmed up a bit more when it came to Adelé, probably just to please me. It was nice to see Edward treating Adelé as family.
As Edward came, Adelé wiped her eyes and sat down. She had became a gorgeous 18 year old, yet very lively and well mannered at the same time. Edward came and sat down next to me, and Adelé began to speak."Umm, hi Mr Rochester, I have something to tell you and Jane.A week ago, I was contacted by someone that told me that both my parents were dead, and that my mother had married another man. Apparently my deceased mothers husband's best friend was called St John." My husband and I exchanged a look. "She wrote me a letter, and attached this picture."
Adelé handed us a piece of picture with a black and white sketch of her mother and father. Despite the fact that it was made with brief strokes from pencil, it had captured the essence of their faces perfectly.
When I took a closer look, I realized that there was no doubt about it was Adelé's mother was just like Edward described. A true beauty, but not in a pure way. She looked like someone with a very wild heart, a very vivid strong person. The man beside her had almost the exact same features as Adelé.
I didn't recognise either of them, but apparently Edward did. He sucked in a deep breath. As I looks up, I saw his expression. It was definately what I expected.
Note: Well, thats the ending to the second chapter! Sorry the chapters are a bit short, I'm just trying to get three chapters published this week, as next week will be busy, so I might not be able to publish and ideas will me much appreciated. Also, I forgot to put a disclaimer, I do not own any of the character in this story, all credit goes to Charlotte Bronte. See you soon!
