Elizabeth clenched her fists, turned sideways took the silk handkerchief from Bili, wiped her hands slowly, and then sat back on the sofa with a bottle of red wine. Now everything was ready and all she needed was the east wind.
Over there, Tristan and his fiancée have already started today's opening dance.
Elizabeth hesitated for a while but still did not use this matter as an incision. She felt that it was not the best time. Of course, it was also possible that she was a little timid now.
Elizabeth held up the red wine glass and cast her faint gaze on that couple. Although she hated Tristan, she had to admit that he was a good-looking man. Otherwise, he would not have fascinated the original Elizabeth for so many years. A proud person like the original owner kept her pure for him and never had the same fun as her friends.
Although his fiancée is not too superior in appearance, she has a good figure and a gentle temperament that is worthy of Tristan. Moreover, the girl has a deep love for Tristan. During the dance, her eyes never leave Tristan. The two looked like a perfect match.
It's just that bastard Tristan's thoughts were not on his fiancée. Instead, he took advantage of the rotation and misalignment to cast his sad and distressed eyes on Elizabeth, as if there were many secrets hidden in his heart.
Elizabeth twitched her mouth in disgust and withdrew her gaze.
If it was just a guess in the past, now she was sure that this piece of shit was hanging her.
Why? Elizabeth frowned and was confused. As the only daughter of the great lord and the heir to the Rose Manor, it stands to reason that marrying the original Elizabeth should be of no harm to Tristan, but he was unwilling to do so, and the Duke's family also avoided doing so.
Although the lord didn't like Elizabeth's obsession with Tristan, he felt that it was rare for his daughter to have someone she liked, so it didn't matter if she just had fun with him. Even if she got married, he also could accept it. After all, he was behind her daughter.
Since there is no obstacle from the big lord, and Tristan likes Elizabeth, why on earth did he reject Elizabeth, and why did he continue to entangle her ambiguously after rejecting her?
Elizabeth frowned and sorted things out, feeling that her brain was completely insufficient. Since she couldn't figure it out, she simply didn't think about it. She just sat on the sofa, sipping red wine, and closed her blue eyes gently, as if It's about feeling the aroma of wine.
After Tristan danced in the field, he let go of his fiancée's hand and gestured to go to Elizabeth's side. His fiancée gently pulled his sleeve, with a gentle look in his eyes, as if to say don't do this, don't leave her alone here.
Tristan glanced at her hand holding his sleeve, with the usual gentle smile on his face. He gently approached his fiancée and kissed the girl's cheek tenderly.
A shy look flashed across the girl's face, but the next moment she heard his almost heartless words.
"I chose you because you are obedient and well-behaved. Don't make me think that I chose the wrong person. Sawyer, never try to compete with Her Highness for anything, because you're not qualified."
Sawyer's hand holding the hem of Tristan's clothes stiffened, and the hem slipped from her hands, after these words.
For a moment, Sawyer was almost unsteady, but Tristan held her hand firmly to prevent her from acting rudely in public.
She took a trembling deep breath for two seconds before reluctantly raising her mouth and giving him a gentle salute.
No one could see the turbulent undercurrent between the two, they only felt that the couple were very loving. Only Sawyer, who turned around and walked away, understood how humble and cowardly she had been just now.
Tristan didn't care whether his fiancée was sad or not. All he cared about was the delicate and lonely Rose sitting on the sofa.
Although he was completely confident about Elizabeth, he had done something that hurt her heart after all. If he didn't comfort her immediately, he would feel very distressed.
When he walked slowly to the sofa, Elizabeth had just drank the glass of red wine and was leaning on the sofa with her eyes closed, lazily feeling the lingering fragrance of the mellow wine between her lips and teeth.
She was leaning on the sofa, supporting her chin with her slender arms, and lazily closing her eyes. Her white face was stained with crimson, and she was extremely beautiful against the backdrop of the red dress that bloomed like a flower.
The first thing Tristan saw was this scene of a drunken beauty lying in bed. His eyes were filled with dazzling surprise, but he was soon filled with overwhelming guilt.
It was all his fault, it was all because he had no choice but to marry another woman, so he let such a proud and bright girl drink away her sorrows here.
He bent down gently and gently stretched out his hand to shave the girl's nose as usual, but Bili coughed inappropriately, and Elizabeth opened her eyes almost instantly and looked at Tristan in front of her, with a cold look that made Tristan's hands freeze in place.
He retracted his hand and glanced at Bili without leaving any trace before raising a smile: "Little Rose is so beautiful today. Such beauty makes other girls eclipse."
Elizabeth blinked and understood the deep meaning of his words. Wasn't he just saying, she doesn't need to care about the fact that he has a fiancée, because that girl is not attractive enough in front of her?
Scumbag! Rubbish!
Elizabeth scolded Tristan in her heart very quickly, and then looked at him with a drunken look and said: "Today's protagonist is your fiancée, no one will take away her light." Tristan's heart ached after listening to her words, and he slowly sat next to her and looked at her with a sad expression: "Little Rose, you are sad, aren't you?"
Elizabeth hated this nickname, but that was not the point. The point was that she found that she could now complete plot tasks, so Elizabeth adjusted her lazy posture and raised a drunken smile on her face: "Why am I sad? Is there anything in this world that can make Her Highness sad?" She took the wine from Bili's hand with a smile, shook it lazily, and said, "On the contrary, I am very happy, eating happily and drinking wine happily."
As she spoke, Elizabeth turned her head and casually glanced at the slaves standing in the corner. She squinted her eyes and casually stretched out a slender finger, pointed at the tallest one, and said: "Go, bring me a plate of cream cakes, how can such a mellow wine not have dessert?"
Elizabeth paused for a moment, then turned to look at Tristan, her eyes filled with a smile that he couldn't understand: "Do you think so? Colonel Tristan."
Tristan was not dissatisfied with Elizabeth's attitude at all. On the contrary, he felt distressed when he saw her drunk. However, she called him Colonel in such a strange and cold manner, which made Tristan feel very hurt, so he corrected her gently: "Little Rose, don't call me Colonel, you know I'll be upset." Elizabeth didn't look at his disgusting look at all and only looked at prop No. 2 who was going to get prop No. 1.
Seeing him taking the cream cake with dull steps and walking towards her, she said drunkenly: "Isn't this what you want? I'm just doing what you want."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ares walked up to her with the cake, knelt on one knee, and raised the plate with the cake to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth picked up the spoon, scooped out a piece of cake, put it in her mouth, and glanced sideways at Ares.
He is too tall, even in his current half-kneeling position, he is not shorter than Elizabeth.
But he didn't want to have any sense of presence here. He lowered his eyes slightly, restrained his breath, and held the cake in a standard posture. It seemed that he would immediately retreat with the cake after the master gave an order. It looked harmless. But Elizabeth knew what a ferocious beast he was.
She pressed her mouth, recalling his beast-like ferocious look in the arena, and inexplicably felt...her fingers hurt!
In her mind, she even thought of the scene that she put her finger in and was bitten by him with a cold face, causing blood.
No, no, no, it would not happen!
Elizabeth comforted herself and put the spoon back on the plate, then turned to look at Tristan, with a slightly drunken and bright smile on her face, waiting for him to say the next appropriate words, and then implemented her plan logically.
"Little Rose, don't force your smile like this." Tristan frowned in pain.
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Elizabeth raised her hand and gently covered her mouth. She arched her eyebrows and laughed as if she had heard something funny. Her smile was so charming that her branches were trembling.
"Tristan, you think too highly of yourself, and I don't have to be with you." Her tone was casual and extremely arrogant.
As she said that, she seemed unwilling to say another word to him. She drank the wine in one gulp, and then raised her hand to eat the cake, but this time she did not use a spoon, but used two slender fingers to dig in. She brought a small piece of cream to her mouth, took a sip, and then licked the cream at the corner of her mouth. She smiled and put her slender, snow-white fingers, still stained with cream, to Ares's mouth. "It's so sweet, you should try it too."
Ares's brown eyelashes trembled, and he raised his eyelids to look at the fingers that were almost close to his mouth. Her finger joints were well-proportioned and slender, and her skin was white and delicate. Because he was so close, he could even see the crescent moons on her nails. Ares raised his broken eyebrows slightly, looking at the cream on her fingertips, and the sound of her sucking her fingers echoed in his ears.
Perhaps because she didn't receive a response from him, she moved her fingers closer.
The sweet scent of cream quickly enveloped his sense of smell. Ares narrowed his green eyes and slowly raised his eyes to look at her.
Dark green eyes fell on Elizabeth's cream-stained lips with a certain aggressiveness.
Then he raised his mouth with a vague arc, and slowly came closer, staring at Elizabeth with his deep eyes as if staring at prey, then he opened his lips slightly and bit her fingers.