The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

When Kevin heard this, he raised his head from his drawing paper, glanced at the sky, immediately packed up all the tools around him, and came over to help Ivy put away the picnic mat and other things.

However, the weather was not good, and the second they stepped on the saddle, there was a loud thunder, and the torrential rain poured down instantly, covering Ivy's head and face.

Kevin's riding skills are obviously better than hers. The horse is always in front of her. He suddenly turned his horse's head and walked towards her. He took off his coat and put it on top of her head. If Miss Countess Nington doesn't want to catch a cold, please go as fast as possible."

She gave him a strange look, wondering if the young man in front of her had been taken away.

Seeing Ivy looking at him questioningly, he chuckled and looked away, and patted her horse's ass with the silver whip in his hand.Immediately, the white thoroughbred horse spread its hooves and ran forward quickly.

After getting off their horses, the two almost ran into the gate in the rain, and stopped at the same time before the steps. Kevin called upstairs, "Sophia!"

The maid, who had been prepared for a long time, ran down quickly, was surprised when she saw Ivy who was soaking wet, and welcomed her upstairs to change her clothes.

"My God! How did you get drenched like this?" She shook her head sympathetically, "According to me, the weather in England is so cloudy and cloudy that you should bring a raincoat with you. You will definitely be scolded for your appearance."

Suddenly, she seemed to have discovered some new land, and shouted in amazement: "Hey, isn't this... Isn't this Master Kevin's coat?"

Ivy silently covered her eardrums that were shattered by the treble, watched her carefully take off the khaki-colored tencel blended windbreaker, held it in her hand and sighed again: "I thought Master Kevin was a misogynist , I didn’t expect that I misunderstood.”

"You are not mistaken, this does not rule out that he does not have relevant symptoms."

"But he has never cared so much about any girl. I have seen with my own eyes how many noble ladies at the ball wanted to approach him, but he taunted them unceremoniously."

Sophia's voice suddenly dropped, she squeezed her eyes, leaned close to her, and whispered in her ear, "Do you know Miss Thurman, the eldest daughter of the Tory family?"

"I heard that her ancestors were famous ministers."

"She is famous for being pampered and willful. Last time, she tried her best to invite Master Kevin to dance a waltz, but he didn't give any face. He actually said that Miss Thurman should practice more dancing skills and wrestle in public. It was not what Master Tory wanted to see.

That day, Miss Thurman was so angry that she didn't say a word to her friend all night, and she kept staring at my young master angrily.

It stands to reason that such a delicate and noble girl, no one would refuse to agree, but Master Kevin is that one-in-a-million exception. "

"He has a low EQ." Ivy pushed her cheek, "I'm telling the truth, if it weren't for his family background and this good appearance, just because of his personality, he would have been listed in the tabloids a long time ago. lashed out."

"But he's a very rich bachelor, and he's so handsome that no matter how arrogant and rude he is, everyone will take it for granted."

"Why?"

"Just because he is the only heir to the Duke of Clarence."

Ivy almost exhaled from her nose. The theory of status and money supremacy are indeed the mainstream of all times, even more so in this society.

She didn't want to listen to Sophia's blind worship of Kevin anymore, and wiped her wet face from the rain: "Then you should wash your idol's clothes first."

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It was already nine o'clock in the evening after she got back her coat. She guessed that a young master like Kevin, who is used to the bustling life in central London, should not have slept, so she returned the clothes in the dark.

Knock lightly on the door.

"Who?"

"It's me, Ivy."

"Please come in..." She opened the door and saw him writing something on a book at his desk, wearing a pair of monocular glasses hanging from a gold wire pendant, with one hand resting casually on the back of the chair, with a lazy posture Such as a cat.

He was wearing a white silk satin pajamas, which was loosely tied with a belt, revealing his forearm, which was so white that his bones could be seen.

She should have just taken a shower, her chestnut hair wet her cheeks and forehead, and the water droplets trickled down her slender neck.

Hearing her opening the door without even raising his head, he asked casually, "What is the Countess Mornington doing?"

She raised the coat in her hand: "I'm here to return your clothes."

Taking this opportunity, she secretly looked around.

His room was clean and tidy, and he was so low-key that he didn't look like an aristocrat at all.However, there is a heavy sense of precipitation everywhere, just like the sofa carved from bronze-colored boxwood and the bedpost made of golden nanmu.

"Thank you, Master Duke Clarence, for your help." Ivy unfolded the folded windbreaker and hung it on the hanger for him. "Your taste really pleases me."

"Oh, is that so?" Kevin glanced at her briefly and said casually, "Thank you miss for your compliment."

His voice is a little hoarse, as deep as the wind in the wilderness, I don't know if it is a hallucination, Ivy unexpectedly found that this voice is quite charming, even like rum soaked in seven parts of blood vine, the dark red liquid in the glass The cup swayed in the middle, reflecting a gorgeous and extravagant halo.

The moment he raised his head slightly, her breath was unsteady for a second.

The pupils of his monocular glasses are deep and dark, like swirls of light, and his demeanor is loose and dignified, making him look like a refined scum.

This is the first time since Ivy has known Kevin Clarence, he has discovered that he is actually a Gu king.

During the day, he is a proud and conceited duke and young master, who is hard to pick like flowers on a high mountain.

At night, he looks more like a vampire who looks innocent and handsome, but is used to looking for fresh food in the dark.

Conquering him seems to be an interesting thing.

A refreshing citrus aroma came from the room, which dragged Ivy back to normal reality.The dim chandelier hung down slowly, reflecting the polite expressions of the two of them.

His side face sank in the orange-red candlelight, outlining the shadow of the night, Ivy smiled, her eyes just glanced at the drawing paper hanging on the easel.

That was his daytime painting.

Because his concealment aroused her curiosity, she couldn't help but take advantage of the time when he kept his head down, and walked over lightly.

Holding her breath, she peeked, but her breathing suddenly stopped——

Unbiased, the Klein blue in the painting is reflected in the pupils.

There are scattered paints scattered around, and they are rolled a few times by the wind, like the calm before the storm.

She squinted at Kevin, and said slowly, "It must be difficult to adjust this blue color."

Kevin suddenly realized something, and there was a flash of urgency in his deep eyes, and he looked up into her searching eyes: "I don't think it's polite to read works without the owner's permission."

"I also don't think it's polite to draw someone without their permission."

With a loud bang, the door was suddenly shut.

A violent storm blew in an instant, whistling through the windows that had not been closed, and closed the white wooden door tightly.

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly.

His breathing was intertwined with the pattering rain outside the window, accompanied by the scattered water droplets, his chest was constantly heaving, and his expression was dim and unclear in the dim vision.

The girl didn't know if it was intentional, she was wrapped airtight in a pure black cloak, she couldn't see any exposed skin from top to bottom, she only showed a beautiful face like a dewy rose, and there were stains on her eyes. Soft hair at the ends.

She quietly approached him and waited for a response, her footsteps were like a ghost in the dark night, far and near.

But he suddenly stood up from the chair, raised his haughty chin, stared at her intently with a playful look in his eyes: "It's true that I didn't think carefully, I didn't ask Miss Mornington's opinion in advance, Offended you."

The two stood one tall and the other short, and the distance between their bodies was less than ten inches. As long as he lowered his head slightly, he could touch her forehead.

She suddenly thought of playing a prank, gently stretched out her hand, and with her slender fingertips lifted the neckline of his pajamas that was open to his chest, glanced at him halfway, and then retracted.

Word by word, the faint breath invaded every inch of skin on his neck, like soaking in bath water sprinkled with rose petals.

"It doesn't matter, tolerance has always been the virtue of our family, and it is no exception for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she did not forget to give him a sweet smile, turned around and opened the door, and the sound of footsteps disappeared at the end of the empty corridor.