Late in the afternoon, Claudio Belles is lying on the couch taking a nap, and Eduardo Tercero has been upstairs in the studio working on his play since his return, without reappearing.
Claudio Belles awoke from a long nap, stretched out and bored, when a car engine suddenly sounded in the courtyard.
She looked for the sound of a black Bentley parked in the yard and out stepped a wonderful girl in a puffy dress, about her age, no more than a year or two older than she was.
The girl was so proud of herself that she left her chauffeur and bodyguard behind and stomped on her high heels as she walked briskly toward the villa.
As soon as the girl entered the house, she looked around the room, wrinkled her delicate brow and questioned Claudio Belles, “Who are you, why haven’t I seen you at Edward’s before, are you the new maid?”
But how did Edward get such a young and pretty maid to work in the house when he said he did not like contact with girls?
As pretty as she is, she can’t stand the pull of Princess Gertrude Rolan.
Claudio Belles was also no slouch and asked with his arms crossed, “Who are you to yell at someone when you just came to her house, do you have any manners?”
“How dare you accuse me? I am the future owner of the Villa Real. ” Gertrude Rolan gave him an oblique glance and said contemptuously, “Never mind, since you are new in the house, I won’t bother with you, it would be unworthy of my status and my face for a princess like me to bother with a little maid like you.”
Claudius Belles folded his arms and raised an eyebrow, dismissing the idea that a princess had anything to brag about, since he had taken a princess from a small country hostage with Esteban Zaragosa before coming incognito to R.
“Where is my Edward?”
Claudio Belles ignored her, took two ice creams out of the freezer, poured them into small bowls and sat cross-legged on the coffee table, poking at them with a spoon, with a pleasant ease, nothing like a little maid should have.
Gertrude Rolan frowned impatiently, “Hey, old maid! The princess is asking you a question! Do you hear me?”
Claudius Belles found her too loud to bother with her and didn’t look at her at all, just raised his hand and pointed upward to the study.
Gertrude Rolan looked up at the closed studio, bent on getting to Edward the Third, and bit her lip, “I’ll tell my Edward to come down and clean you up.”
Claudio Belles popped a large scoop of strawberry ice cream into his mouth and returned a vague, “Waiting.”
The ice cream melts in his mouth, a mouthful of strawberry sweetness, cicadas chirp outside, Claudio Belles sits cross-legged on the floor, his back leaning against the couch, and narrows his pretty eyes as he looks out the floor to ceiling windows at the courtyard, a large group of bodyguards in black suits, all brought in by that princess, what a big deal.
…
After a few moments, Gertrude Rolan came down the stairs with her arm around Edward the Third, chatting and murmuring to him.
“Eduardo, where have you been all these days, has my father given you so much work? If you feel tired, I’ll tell my father at home and criticize him.”
Downstairs, Claudio Belles, who was sitting cross-legged at the coffee table, rummaging through his ice cream with glee, could not help but laugh at these ignorant and innocent words of Gertrudis Rolan.
If Eduardo Tercero really doesn’t want to work and wants to stay at home, I’m sure the princess’s presidential father would love to do it!
Gertrudis Rolan wrinkled her brow at the snort and glared at her, “What are you laughing at? Do you know who I am? Do you know what happens when you embarrass the princess?”
Claudius Belles sat quietly, his pretty, stunning watery eyes lifted slightly as he looked at the attractive couple coming down the stairs and sighed, “It’s wrong for me to embarrass the princess, but, my lord princess, this is the 21st century, the Qing dynasty is almost extinct, and I’m not your little slave, so even if I embarrass her, you can’t put me in jail, can you? ”
“You!”
Gertrude Rolan was exasperated at Claudius Belles’ eloquence, but unconsciously stole a glance at Edward the Third, who was still present, and could not take charge of such a little maid, which would be degrading and would make Edward think she was not ladylike and generous enough.
Claudius Belles finished sinking his teeth into the last scoop of ice cream and deliberately teased her by saying, “Or does the princess … want to abuse her power and take me to jail?”
Gertrudis Rolan stomped her foot in anger and complained to Eduardo Tercero: “Eduardo, she bullied me!”
Eduardo … hmmm, that’s affectionate enough to call him.
Eduardo Tercero’s dark gaze fixed on the ice cream stain left at the corner of Claudio Belles’ rosy lips.
The sexy lump in the man’s protruding throat slipped slightly twice.
“Eduardo, where the hell is this maid from, I’ve never seen her!”
Eduardo Tercero withdrew his arm from Gertrudis Rolan’s grip without further ado and walked toward Claudio Belles with long legs and a firm step, tossing a nonchalant “She’s not a maid” to Gertrudis Rolan.
Gertrudis Rolan stomped, “And how did she show up at Edward’s house?”. And so insolent, with eyes that dare to belittle even her as a princess.
When Edward the Third approached Claudio Belles, his dark eyes roamed over his empty bowl of ice cream and he frowned slightly, “You like ice so much, aren’t you afraid you’ll have a stroke?”.
Claudius Belles: “… I have a good gut.”
Eduardo Tercero suddenly raised his hand and Claudio Belles unconsciously stepped back, only to have Eduardo Tercero put his arm around his waist. The man frowned more and looked a bit disgusted by his retreating action, “You’re eating all over the place.”
The man’s perennial pistol grip had a thin calloused thumb brushing the corner of his mouth with a slight crunch that couldn’t be ignored that coursed through his heart, like a surprisingly intoxicating microcurrent.
Claudio Belles’ undisguised heartbeat quickens, why he gets nervous again.
When the man finished wiping the smear of cream from the corner of her mouth, she immediately pulled back a little, her ears warming slightly.
From the angle at which Eduardo Tercero looks down, her ears, very red, very transparent, very soft, are tempting to take a bite.
Seeing that Eduardo Tercero was still looking at him, Claudio Belles unconsciously raised his arm again, rubbed it hard against the corner of his lips and asked, wide-eyed, “Is there any more?”
“No more, it’s clean.”
“…” Then he kept looking at her and she thought he had ice cream stains on his face.
Gertrude Rolan, on the other side, naturally saw their interaction and clenched her little fists even tighter, her eyes full of jealousy and envy.
With a slight change in his vision, Claudio Belles saw through Eduardo Tercero’s shoulder the knife-edge look the girl behind him was throwing at him.
Ah… he is really unfriendly, is this treating her as a love interest?
However, he didn’t like the princess either.
Claudio Belles suddenly had a playful feeling in his heart and raised his arm to take Eduardo Tercero’s arm, lifting his outrageous little face to smile sweetly at Eduardo Tercero, “Darling, the princess called me a little maid as soon as I walked in, I was very aggravated, why didn’t you introduce me to the princess and who I really am, who I am?”.
Edward the Third was not surprised by her behavior and merely obeyed her, allowing her to put her arms around him and rub between his.
” Princess Gertrudis, to formally introduce you, this is my fiance, Claud. ”
Claudius Belles: “…”
What, a fiance?