The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Ivy has seen the efficiency of the Clarence family, but she didn't expect it to be so high.

She had just returned home from the station when she saw Blaise, the maid, standing at the gate of the manor, looking around anxiously, as if anxiously waiting for someone.

As soon as she saw herself jumping off the carriage, she rushed forward eagerly, wiping the apron around her waist with both hands anxiously: "Miss Ivy, you are finally back!"

"what's up?"

Helplessness suddenly appeared on Blaise's face, and he pouted inwardly: "The gentleman you don't want to see asked to see you by name."

Ivy's face turned dark immediately.

"Get him out of here!"

"It's useless..." Blaise heard the words, sweating profusely, "please forgive me, I have repeatedly emphasized that Mr. Little Duke is not welcome at Mornington Manor. But he went directly into the garden, and I did not hesitate to stop him Nothing can stop it."

Ai Wei resisted to let the swear words come out.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" she growled as she approached her garden gate aggressively.Sure enough, he saw him standing by the fountain with his back to her, as if he was waiting for her.

He was alone, with a knee-length dark green overcoat casually draped over his body, and he was unadorned, as if he was too late to prepare to come in a hurry.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Kevin turned around, his pupils covered by the faint light of the rising sun.

As a result, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but his voice still remained restrained, as if it was the tranquility before the eruption of the volcano.

"Miss Wellesley, I think you should know why I'm here."

Ivy could tell that the man in front of him was suppressing his anger.

She pretended to be stupid, and naively met his scrutiny with an expression that had nothing to do with her: "Mr. Little Duke is playing charades. Forgive me for not following your thinking."

"I don't want Miss Wellesley to hide anything." He squeezed these words out of his throat, and the dark clouds before the rainstorm faintly rolled up in his eyes, "Please tell me the truth."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Miss Wellesley!" he called out her last name suddenly.

It is serious and polite, but the obvious annoyance can be heard in the voice.

"There is no one in this world who knows Alisette's whereabouts better than you. You are her only friend now, and only you must know where she has gone."

Seeing that her face was still innocent, he seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, his tone suddenly rose, the anger he had restrained for a long time seemed to explode, and the atmosphere suddenly solidified into an ice surface that was about to break.

Seeing his sudden aggressive tone, Ivy felt uneasy for no reason, glared at him, and responded in the same unceremonious tone: "You don't even know where she is, why do you want to ask me?"

"Miss Wellesley, our whole family is very worried about Alice's leaving, please..."

"What the whole family!" Ivy interrupted immediately, "This whole family is only your beloved Duke father, and you, the little Duke! If you really think about her, you shouldn't force her to do it in the name of so-called relatives." Things she doesn't like!"

He suddenly approached a few feet, and the smell of citrus and woody scent drifted into her nose, and Ivy even felt the heat in his breath.

He was silent.

However, before Ivy could speak again, he interrupted her almost forcefully: "Miss Wellesley, I hope you can understand what I mean."

"What do you mean?"

"Alysette is capricious and naive. Her elopement is simply youthful and ignorant and reckless. And you help her like this, just to indulge her impulsiveness. You will only harm her!"

"Clarence!" Ivy suddenly lost her temper, and an unknown anger came out of nowhere, and she stared at him fiercely, "So you are exactly the same as your arrogant Duke father, who likes to take his own stubbornness as the truth. Forcing the only sister to accept the fate you arranged! I beg you to get out of our Mornington Manor as soon as possible, the land is too small to hold your noble family crown."

"Don't you understand what I said? Miss Wellesley, you, an idealist, only have so-called fake love and fake romance in your eyes. You can't see how serious the consequences of this matter are. Do you think that Is elopement something to be encouraged?"

"Yeah, only you are the top realist in society, you only have the face and glory of your family in your eyes, how can you know that everyone has the right and freedom to pursue love. Whether it is you or your Duke father You have no right to interfere, you only deserve to live in the Middle Ages as your autocratic pope."

Ivy looked at him sarcastically, but seeing him gradually calm down, she smiled instead of anger.

"Could it be that Miss Wellesley still believes that there is true love in this world?" He squinted his beautiful dark eyes, and laughed nonchalantly, "In this world, the value of marriage is only money for money, status for status Well, the idea of ​​love doesn't work in today's Britain. If there are only idealists like you left in the whole society, then our order will be messed up."

After subsiding his anger, his posture was playful like a cat, and he leaned his back against a birch tree, letting the branches and leaves above his head fall all over his body.

Ivy watched him hit her back with a mocking tone.Immediately annoyed by his attitude, in a fit of anger, he waved his right palm towards his cheek.

With a clear and crisp slap, her palm instantly became hot and painful, his originally fair skin instantly turned slightly red, and then his deep eyes stared at her inexplicably.

She didn't seem to be surprised by her actions, nor was she annoyed, she still stood there with an undisguised expression of noncommittal in her eyes.

"You are so arrogant, stubborn and arrogant." Ivy withdrew her hand and stared at him bitterly, "You are only worthy of dying in this era."