Edward the Third looks down at the little woman in his arms, who is clearly getting a little impatient with the tying, the tips of her nostrils sweat a little, since the day she was brought back to the Royal Villa, her occasional clumsiness is feigned, most of the time she is more like a sly little vixen with a winning hand.
Even if the other party was Princess Gertrude, the most respected of the R’s, she dared to be benevolent and even dared to put the princess down.
She had the audacity, actually the audacity, to use her curiosity as a reason to break into his study, even though she had been wounded by a concealed weapon and still had the presence of mind to defend herself, and Edward the Third wondered why she hadn’t shot him yet.
He probably thought it was funny, it had been a long time since there had been such interesting and daring prey.
She was clearly a beast under the roof, but her temper was no less than his, her master’s, and when he frowned, she frowned too, and even turned the tables on him.
Edward the Third does not like soft, delicate flowers that can be crushed at the drop of a hat; he prefers a sly, daring vixen, a woman who is his equal, who is worthy to be at his side.
And at the moment, the clumsiness with which she sat in his arms, helping him knot his tie, was a real clumsiness, because there were things the little fox wouldn’t fix.
Finally, Claudio Belles sighed deeply and struggled with the tie for about three minutes before conceding, “President Eduardo I have never tied this tie, I don’t know how.”
Frankly, he wanted someone to pinch his face.
Edward the Third emitted a low “hmm” and suddenly took her small hand between his and, with dark eyes lowered, began softly, “I’ll show you.”
“…”
“Although the fact that you don’t know how to knot a man’s tie means that you haven’t knotted a tie for any man before, and that fact makes me glad. But in the future you’ll have to learn how to knot a tie.”
Claudio Belles, while being hand-tied by Eduardo Tercero, asks, “Will President Eduardo always let me tie his tie?”
“What, no pleasure?” a hint of coldness surfaced under the man’s eyes.
If he hadn’t hit the target, this thin collar, it might have snapped today.
Claudius Belles, who was unconsciously straining on the verge of death every second, frowned and said in a weak voice, “It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that President Edward gets up too early every day, and if I have to knot President Edward’s tie every morning, wouldn’t my right to lounge around be deprived of it?”
“So it’s the lazy sleep you prefer to me?”
“…”
Suddenly, this man sneered at her, and the look on his face was particularly serious.
President Edward is not an ordinary guy and Claudio is not an ordinary girl, Claudio Belles replied, “Lazy dream and President Edward, I’ll take both of them.”
Eduardo Tercero looked at her with a faint trace of laughter in his eyes, the man reached out and wrapped his arms around the girl’s soft waist, lowering his head to cover her, his thin lips brushed her ear, his voice low and sultry as he asked, “So are you going to sleep at home or are you going to sleep with Presidente Eduardo. pick one.”
“…”
The man, inexplicably, sexually approached.
Claudio Belles responded by hugging Eduardo Tercero like a tailless bear, “I’m going to sleep with President Eduardo in my arms!”
Eduardo Tercero led her to the desk and with a large hand swung the papers from the desk to the floor and she sat down on the clean desk.
The man’s erect body leaning down …
Claudio Belles raised his hand against Eduardo Tercero’s chest and spoke wisely, “President Eduardo let’s go eat first!”
At these words, the little woman in his arms slid off the desk like a loon and ran quickly out of the study without looking back, but without ceasing to call out to him, “President Eduardo, come down to dinner.”
Eduardo Tercero watched her slender back as she fled, her thin lips curved slightly, could she hide for a while, but could she hide for a lifetime?
Sooner or later, she would be torn to the bone.
Eduardo Tercero descended the stairs unhurriedly and joined Claudio Belles for dinner.
Dinner was heated and the dishes were hearty and plentiful.
Claudio Belles sat across from Eduardo Tercero, cutting his plate of black meat steak and deliberately muttering, “President Eduardo, it’s not all my fault for being late today, but if I hadn’t run into Princess Gertrudis Rolan at the mall and she gave me a hard time I wouldn’t have been late.
It’s a demand.
Eduardo Tercero knows his little mind like the back of his hand.
Eduardo Tercero said in a deliberately harsh tone, “Gertrudis Rolan is the president’s daughter and I will not part with her until I have to.”
Claudius Belles made a good-natured “oh” on the surface, but in his heart he grumbled: he thought he was a great man, but he dared not tear his face off with the princess.
Edward the Third cut the steak on his plate into small pieces, handed them to Claudius Belles with his knife and fork, and then said, with an apparently involuntary faintness, “But if Gertrude Rolan messes with you and hurts you, I’ll break with her in advance.”
Claudius Belles shuddered inexplicably.
Eduardo Tercero’s light words are like a stone thrown into a lake, creating imperceptible ripples, that is, the sensation of a heartbeat.
Orlondo Marta picked her up from the orphanage at age ten and had a good time for the first two, but after she turned twelve, the Ming organization trained people in places and ways that did not discriminate between men and women, and although she was only eighteen, she had suffered more than a pampered royal princess like Gertrudis Rolan had eaten with salt, and that was no exaggeration. exaggeration.
In the past six years, Esteban Zaragosa had given her the care of an older brother, and Tom Paul the affection and friendship of a comrade, but no one had given her the first flirtation with a man or a woman.
Esteban Zaragosa saved her and loved her as an older brother would his own sister, and she had been secretly, or rather explicitly, in love with Esteban Zaragosa since she was a child. She never responded.
Esteban Zaragosa is a few years older than her and Esteban Zaragosa always strokes her head and says: Claudio you are too young, I only consider you a sister.
God knows Esteban Zaragosa later married a woman younger than her, so that was just an excuse not to love.
…
After lunch, Mario came to La Villa Real.
In the study, Mario reported, “Your Excellency, although I suspect that Miss Claudio has been offended, her behavior is really suspicious and I would like you to be vigilant, in case she is a spy sent by the Ming Organization or the Underworld Organization, then your Excellency will certainly be surrounded by a time bomb. There is no doubt that a time bomb has been placed around His Excellency.”
“I have that in mind.”
Mario: …
But seeing the indifferent look of the Court Master, he has no idea in his mind, he seems to have been enchanted by the beauty scheme!
Mario’s heart cursed a million dim-witted kings when Edward the Third raised his eyes a little, looked at him and said coldly, “What, to stand here and try to lecture me?”
“… subordinates wouldn’t dare.”
He wouldn’t dare teach the Lord of the Court, even if he had ten guts to do it.
As Mario made his way to the study, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and came back to say, “Your Highness, happy birthday in advance tomorrow.”
Eduardo Tercero’s face suddenly sank, “I don’t have a birthday.”
Mario wanted to say something, but as a subordinate, in the end he could only nod and leave the studio.
Eduardo Tercero looks at the calendar next to his desk, on which tomorrow’s date is marked in red pen, with two words written next to it: the day of the party.