At Allyce’s words, the maid turned her head to look at the man, then looked back at Allyce with a troubled face and said, “Miss Delahoz, this is Young Master Lorenzo.”
Young Master Lorenzo?
Allyce frowned slightly and turned her head to look at the man she referred to as “Young Master Lawrence”.
As Allyce looked at him, the man looked at Allyce.
He said in non-standard Chinese: “As the servants say, Miss Delahoz is a beauty”.
His tone, like that of many foreigners learning to speak Chinese, had a strange accent, and when he reached the middle of the idiom, he paused, indicating that he was not really familiar with it, but that he had to show it in front of her.
Chinese was a difficult language to learn, and he had to say it just to demonstrate his superior intelligence.
Allyce pulled at the corners of her mouth and smiled, her expression cold and distant: “You are too kind, sir.
When she followed Tajo into the Solares castle, she was greeted by servants and other members of the Solares family, but Allyce, like most people, had a very familiar face with strangers, and she hadn’t even noticed them at the time, nor had Tajo introduced them to her, so she wasn’t sure who was who.
She didn’t know if she had been privately investigated, but in the three days she had been at Solares Castle she had not been approached by any of the Solares family, apart from the servants who attended her.
Today was the first time.
“Sir?” The man repeated Allyce’s words, then laughed aloud as if he had heard something funny.
A wary look came from the depths of Allyce’s eyes.
Seeming to see the wariness in Allyce’s eyes, he stopped his smile, opened his arms and said, “Hello Miss Delahoz, I’m Lorenzo Betances, and according to Severo’s lineage, you should call me uncle”.
The maid who was standing next to him called out to him with a straight face: “Master Lorenzo, Miss Delahoz, she is …”.
Lorenzo smiled at the maid, who blushed and shushed him.
Uncle?
Allyce’s throat lurched, was that man Severo’s uncle?
Young Master Lorenzo?
Severo’s uncle, Ariela Betances’ brother, Tajo’s son?
Does he look so young? He looks the same age as Severo.
Lorenzo seemed to rejoice at the surprise on Allyce’s face, and exaggeratedly raised his hand to his chest in a gesture of unparalleled elegance and dignity: “Yes, I am the fourth son of Count Castaneda, and my name is Lorenzo”.
Allyce looked back in surprise and nodded slightly: “Good morning, Mr Betances, how can I help you?
She had just arrived at Solares Castle and Tajo had ignored her, he didn’t know anything about anything and couldn’t call a man who came out of nowhere an uncle, even though he might actually be Severo’s uncle.
Tajo has always wanted to take control of Severo and wanted Severo to take over the Solares family, not to mention that Severo has never had any intention of taking over the Solares family, and would the Solares family let Tajo arrange it?
The answer, of course, was no, so she could not be sure that this Lorenzo who had appeared before her had good intentions.
“Are all Z’s so polite when they see their relatives? Lorenzo still had a smile on his face, a handsome face that looked like he had stepped out of a painting, his whole being was distinct and bright.
His mouth was full of words, but his hands were quick to move.
Before Allyce could react, she was already being pulled by Lorenzo’s hand.
Allyce’s heart clenched and she looked at him coldly: “What are you going to do?
Lorenzo seemed to find her expression amusing as he tightened his grip again and pulled Allyce towards him with such force that she inevitably collided with him.
He was no shorter than Severo, and Allyce slammed into his chest in one swift movement, his nose raw.
He gritted his teeth: “I had no idea that a J gentleman would act so unreasonably at the sight of a lady.”
Lorenzo raised an eyebrow, elegant with a hint of gangliness, and stared at Allyce for a few seconds before pronouncing, “You …”.
“Let her go!”
At that moment, a male voice came violently from the other end of the corridor.
It was followed by the sound of approaching footsteps, somewhat hurried, showing their owner’s nervousness.
Allyce raised her head to look and, with a single glance, froze in her tracks as she watched dumbfounded as the familiar tall figure approached at a brisk pace.
The man quickly approached.
With a single reach he tore Allyce from Lorenzo’s hands and pulled her behind him, looking possessively at Lorenzo, his voice cold, “Didn’t you hear me? I told you to let her go.
Lorenzo didn’t seem to feel Severo’s indifference as he held out his hands, his smile growing stronger: “Severo, it’s been a long time”.
Allyce stood behind Severo and looked out, and saw Lorenzo’s gesture, and her heart flashed with surprise when she looked back at Severo.
He saw Severo’s face stiffen and felt his body move again, but he still could not escape Lorenzo’s embrace.
Lorenzo’s embrace was brief, perfectly ceremonial.
However, Allyce, who was standing behind Severo, felt her body freeze.
Allyce was a little confused, was Severo’s relationship with this Lorenzo good or bad?
Lorenzo kept smiling, “As you are already here, I will leave you to your conversation for a while, and we will have dinner together at eight o’clock in the evening, at the usual place”.
I don’t know if it was Allyce’s fault, but it seemed to her that Lorenzo’s face reminded her of a child who has played a prank.
He seemed smug.
And Severo, standing in front of her, radiated little atmospheric pressure.
Just then, Severo turned and pulled her towards the room: “Let’s go in.
“He …” Allyce couldn’t help but glance around as he was pulled forcefully inside.
Just in time to see Lorenzo wink at him.
Allyce froze, and the next moment she felt the man pulling on her hand increase his strength a few more notches.
Severo pushed her inside and the door closed with a loud bang.
Allyce was about to turn her head away when Severo, standing behind her, hugged her tightly.
He whispered to her: “How have you been the last few days?
He bent his head to speak to Allyce, and the hot breath he exhaled hit her right in the ear, and she couldn’t help but frown, “That was good.”
Severo repeated, with an inexplicable air of danger in his tone: “Pretty good?