"I have to say, you were stunning tonight, Ms. Moore."
"But this 'date' you arranged tonight is quite unexpected."
Usually when Barron saw Yulia, she was always wearing business attire, but today she was wearing a long skirt, which was unusual for her, and it made him feel refreshed.
Especially at this moment when the two of them were standing on the shore, when the wind blew, it blew up her hair and a burst of fragrance came to her face.
Yes, for this date, Barron took Yulia to a yacht club on the Thames. The two stood on the dock, and in front of them was a white yacht with graceful lines.
"It just so happens that I also need to relax for a rare moment, so Ms. Moore, don't you think it would be a rare and pleasant time to sail a yacht together and enjoy the night view of both banks?"
"If it's really like you said, you just want to enjoy the night view... Also, Your Highness, can you drive a yacht?"
At first, Yulia thought that Barron had rented a yacht and took the two of them for a ride on the Thames, but when she got on the yacht and found that there were only the two of them on the yacht, she couldn't help but ask.
Barron really doesn't know how to drive a yacht, of course, that refers to his predecessor.
But in his previous life, he had participated in many yacht parties, and during those times, he also learned how to drive a yacht, so today it was no problem at all for him.
"Why, if you are worried, it's not too late to regret it now."
Although Barron said so, when Yulia saw him sitting in the cockpit very skillfully and starting the yacht, she knew that he really knew how to drive.
The yacht that Barron rented was just a medium-sized yacht. At this time, he also thought of the super yacht Eclipse owned by the Russian billionaire Abramovich, who will buy Chelsea football team next year.
That was a real palace on the sea. His current wealth was too low, so he could afford to buy a medium-sized yacht like this, but it was not very interesting. One day in the future... he secretly thought that he would also buy a super yacht that was impressive enough...
"Don't you know how to drive? Ms. Moore, actually driving a yacht is even easier than that. Do you want me to teach you?"
"That's not necessary. Even if I learn it, I can't afford it anyway."
Hearing her words, Barron smiled and said,
"Don't be so unconfident. I can guarantee that as long as you help me manage the family fund, you will definitely be able to afford it in the future. At least there will be no problem buying a yacht like this. Or, I can give you one when the time comes."
"Are you really so confident about the future of the family foundation, Your Highness?"
"Of course. Have you forgotten what I told you? I am a genius."
Seeing the confident expression on Barron's face when he said this, Yulia's beautiful eyes turned from him to the lights on the shore...
If she thought he was too arrogant when she heard him say this for the first time, now she really felt that the heir of the Devonshire family was very different from what she remembered before. To be able to achieve the current level, it can be said that at least she now has a slight sense of agreement with Barron's words.
"I know that your investment company donated 20 million pounds to Chatsworth House and also established Devonshire Ecological Agriculture Company. So what's next..."
"Ms. Moore..."
Barron interrupted her:
"We are on a date today, so let's not talk about work. If you want to know about these things, we can talk about them tomorrow."
Barron parked the yacht in a wide area of the river and brought Yulia to the yacht's living room, where today's dinner was already set.
"At least it's not cold yet, so please enjoy your meal, Ms. Moore."
Barron opened the cover on the dish with a satisfied expression. He pushed back the chair on one side and said to Yulia.
"Thanks."
"So for this wonderful night, I specially prepared this bottle of red wine."
"I don't want you to drink and drive later, Your Highness."
"Haha, don't worry, there are no traffic police on the Thames."
…
The night in London at the end of August was relatively cool, especially after dinner when Barron and Yulia sat in chairs at the stern and quietly watched the night scenery.
"Ms. Moore, I'm a little curious. As far as I know, you came to the Family Trust Fund after graduation. Did you have any relationship experience before that?"
Yulia drank half of a bottle of red wine. However, it seemed that she could drink quite a lot, as expected since she had the blood of a fighting nation flowing in her body.
But at this moment under the moonlight, one could still see that compared to her usual calmness and composure, there was a hint of confusion in her eyes.
"Why? Are you interested in this, Your Highness?"
"We're on a date today, and you usually seem more like a workaholic, so it's not surprising that I'm curious about this."
Maybe it was because she had drunk some wine, or maybe it was just because of the atmosphere tonight. If Yulia had heard Barron's question under normal circumstances, she would probably have refused to answer. But at this moment, she looked up at the night sky and said calmly:
"Of course I also had my first love. After all, I'm not as weird as you think..."
"So it was during college?"
"Um."
Yulia tucked the hair that was blown by the wind behind her ears and said with a nostalgic look:
"It may not be a complete love, but I was very moved at the time. You can say it was a secret love. There was a senior student at the time who was very talented. At least at that time, I always looked up to him..."
"What happened next? No confession?"
"No..."
At this point, Yulia's expression was a little strange. She hesitated for a moment, but continued,
"I should say that on Valentine's Day of that year, I was ready to confess my love and bought chocolates, until... I saw him hugging another boy."
This reversal came so quickly that Barron almost couldn't help laughing out loud...
Well, it's very British indeed.
"Only this part?"
"Well, if you don't count that thing you know."
Barron knew that what she was talking about was the relationship with his brother that ended in vain...the mutual affection they had.
"It feels a bit cold, Your Highness, shall we go back now?"
Seeing her stand up, Barron also stood up. The next second, he pulled Yulia into his arms, and then...
After a long kiss that was a little awkward at first but gradually became more enjoyable, Barron let go of Yulia:
"So, this is your first kiss?"
"I can refuse to answer..."
Barron smiled and shook his head. From her awkwardness just now, he already knew the answer.
"Let's go back, Ms. Moore."
To be honest, his words still surprised Yulia a little, because when she agreed to his "date" tonight, she had already made some preparations.
Just when she inexplicably felt a sense of loss and was surprised by this feeling, Barron seemed to see through her thoughts and turned to her and said,
"I said, today is just a date, Ms. Moore. There are some things that I will not get by betting."
Watching Barron's back as he walked towards the driver's cab, Yulia suddenly felt that she seemed to have never really known the heir to the Duke from the beginning to the end.