The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

After the slap in the face, Ivy waved her hands with unsatisfied intentions, pointing to his eyes: "Clarence, you must remember every sentence and every word you said today, I hope you will never regret it."

"Miss Wellesley, we just believe in different views. You don't have to be so angry. But I want to know how you will make me regret it."

Again!

What Ivy hates the most is his arrogant and self-respecting expression. On his originally cold face, there are a pair of mocking eyes, which makes her feel that she is being looked down upon, and his every move is included in the range of irony. .

"I will use [-] ways to destroy your so-called realism." The more Ivy saw his eyes, the more calm she became, the corners of her lips curled up like a crescent moon, "Our days will last forever."

He laughed, but turned and left without saying a word, Ivy stared at his back, couldn't help cursing him a few more words in her heart.

The moment he disappeared through the gates of Mornington Manor, there was an exaggerated laugh behind him, which almost seemed to pop out of the ground.

"It's wonderful!" Accompanied by violent laughter, there was also loud applause, as if watching an interesting show in the Globe Theatre.

"To be honest, I have never seen Kevin Clarence argue with others. The key is that the object of disagreement is still you, Miss Ivy."

Ivy turned around, only to find that it was Owen coming out from behind a plane tree, and an uncontrollable smile melted in her pupils.

He still looked bohemian, with no hat on top of his hair, letting his long light blond hair sway freely and freely like seaweed.

"When did you come in?"

"As early as when Mr. Little Duke came in, I had already visited your manor."

Ivy frowned deeper: "So you've been eavesdropping the whole time?"

"How can this be called eavesdropping?" Owen smiled nonchalantly, "Wouldn't it be a pity that no one will join in the good show? If I hadn't worked so hard to wait in advance, how could I have seen Miss Ivy's wonderful arguments?"

"If you put your time of eavesdropping on the corner into your business, you won't have to be poor." Ivy said unceremoniously, her shoes kicked the fallen leaves on the ground, "I sincerely advise you, don't worry about others It’s better to focus more on yourself.”

Owen shrugged: "I'm a wandering and homeless person. I don't even want to look in the mirror. What's the use of my time?"

People can give up on themselves like this, Ivy is speechless.

She rolled her eyes, and heard his unhurried voice beside her ear: "But Miss Ivy, I heard that you went to Mankasli as a guest, I think the little duke must not be very willing to entertain you."

"How do I know his attitude? But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it?"

Seeing that she was upset, Owen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I'm just guessing. He is exactly the same as the old duke. He has high self-esteem and doesn't take anyone seriously. So I don't think it will be pleasant for you to be a guest there. I If you close your eyes, you can imagine what kind of expression Kevin Clarence used to receive you."

"Please close your self-righteous perspective of God! What I saw there, what I experienced, all of them are not things you should consider."

Ivy felt unbearable to his inexplicable guesses, and could even feel the looming desire for control in his expression, even what she was thinking he had to find out relentlessly.

She clearly felt that Owen was not what she first saw. He probably had another face, perhaps a soul with a terrible paranoid psychology hidden under the slutty appearance.

"Then tell the truth, are you tempted by Kevin Clarence?" After a long silence, he suddenly raised his head to look directly into her dark blue eyes, which were naturally charming in the eyes of the Irish, and he was stunned at the moment. stared at him.

"Are you crazy?" Ivy took two steps back in surprise, opening her mouth wide, "Why would I like such a person?"

"You didn't say a word about his attitude, which makes it hard for me not to suspect that you are interested in him."

"Let me tell you, Owen." Ivy narrowed her eyes in disgust, and the fallen leaves under her feet were trampled into pieces, "Even if I never marry, I won't fall in love with his arrogant megalomaniac. I'll leave it at that If you are tempted by him, it would be better for me to go to the Tower of London and be imprisoned for the rest of my life."

Owen suddenly laughed, "Clarence has a duke title, and thinks that he can do whatever he wants with a distinguished family background, but he thinks he is noble, but he doesn't know how vulgar and rude he is. He doesn't deserve love at all, let alone love. Got you, Ivy."

He actually approached her slowly, staring at her face intently, his voice gradually lowered until it turned into an ambiguous tone, and he gently blew in her ear between breaths.

Ai Wei immediately pushed him away calmly, preventing him from approaching any further.

She was wrong, Owen was definitely not a good person in any sense.

She stepped back, listening to his unscrupulous malicious slander against Kevin, she had guessed something.

He stared straight at him with half-closed eyes, as if he just casually opened up other irrelevant topics: "How do you know that the prince danced with me, and even came here to visit?"

The tone of the pretendingly relaxed voice fell, but the young man's eyes darkened obviously.

"Isn't this something everyone knows?" Even though he looked calm and normal, Ivy still caught the flash of panic on his expression, as quickly as the tide smoothing the beach, but she still caught her eye It's crystal clear.

"Owen Gluck." She tried her best to restrain her anger, "Do you know how stupid it is to lie to Ivy?"

"I swear, I will never lie to you." His eyes wandered and dodged for a moment, although his face remained calm.

"Yeah..." Ivy said sarcastically, "It's a pity that if your expression didn't betray you, I would definitely believe your oath. After all, it's hard for me to think that it's you who used the most disgusting thing you can think of to the old duke. slander me on charges of slander."

"Sure enough, you guessed it." He didn't deny it anymore, and took the blame directly and generously, so fast that Ivy couldn't help being surprised.

"All this is indeed from my own hand. It was I who visited the old duke and told him his daughter-in-law. The Countess of Mornington is just a poor girl who will never be faithful to love. In your eyes A man here is just a tool to adjust his body and mind, if he marries you, his noble heir son will get countless cuckolds, and will be regarded as an unprecedented big joke of the Hanoverian dynasty."

"Although what you said is not a lie, it can't stop me from hating you. I looked up and down your whole body, but I couldn't find where you came from to dare to slander me. And as far as I know, I and You have no grievances or grievances, and you do nothing but waste your tongue, and it will not do you any good."

"But if you can leave Mankasri as soon as possible, my goal will be achieved." He admitted frankly, raised his head to meet Ivy's cold gaze, "I can't tolerate your contact with Kevin Clarence, he……"

"Shut up." Ivy interrupted him, "Although I hate Kevin Clarence very much, it doesn't stop me from disgusting you at all. Don't let me see you again from now on, or I will Let you know the consequences of angering me."

"For example, now." Before she finished speaking, she punched him hard in the right abdomen, and with a bang, she heard the man's muffled scream.

He lowered himself to cover his stomach in pain, and looked at her in surprise.

"It's not my fault." She smiled apologetically, and cast her shadow elongated by the sun on his body squatting on the ground, "You are too weak, my dear Mr. Poet."

-

In just one morning, the sun moved from the east to the center, and Ivy was already affected by the two men.

She felt that her whole body was tainted with bad luck, and she wished she could take a bath at noon to clean herself up, and relax herself by the way.

She has always been very active, so she immediately called Rachel and told the latter to heat a bucket of water and prepare to take a bath.

"As far as I'm concerned, miss, you're in perfect shape. It's a pity you'd be even more perfect if you had a sixteen-inch waist."

Rachel shook her head regretfully as she watched the smoky Countess slide into the tub.

Because the owner of this body always likes to exercise, his physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people.

But the waist will lose its delicate and slender feeling because of the abdominal muscles.Although he was still slender, compared with those thin waists that were not full of grip, he would inevitably look a little healthier.

However, Ivy is very satisfied with her current figure. She is thin where she should be thin, and full where she should be plump, at least compared to those reed waists that will break when the wind blows, and her health is worth more than the morbid beauty they pursue.

The water temperature was just right, Ivy closed her eyes comfortably and washed all the dust away.

After wiping herself off with a bath towel, she put on a pearl-gray house dress, belted it, and called Rachel, "Wash the grapefruit for me and peel the skin off."

Rachel was taken aback: "Miss, this is not the season to eat grapefruit."

"I'm going to use grapefruit peel."

Although Rachel didn't know what was going on in the lady's mind, she did as she was told.

After Ivy changed her clothes, she went straight to the kitchen, soaked the peeled grapefruit peel in salt water for 10 minutes, then took it out and washed it with clean water.

"Miss, what are you going to do?" Rachel watched in puzzlement as she cut the grapefruit peel into shreds with a knife, and couldn't understand why Miss had a strange hobby of eating the skin.

Ai Wei didn't answer, focusing on the knife skills in her hand at the moment, and then raised her head to wipe off the sweat: "I'm making honey grapefruit tea, maybe you haven't heard of it, but it's a good recipe for beauty."

Rachel was stunned, then smiled and said, "Miss always has something new in her mind."

She helped to crush the crystal clear pulp of grapefruit, then put it together with the cut peel, added rock sugar, poured it into a pot and simmered it over low heat, and stirred carefully with a large spoon. Seeing that some had melted, she hurriedly opened The fire continued to boil.

When it was thick, Ivy signaled Rachel to turn off the fire, fish out the pulp and skin and put it into a glass bottle.

Finally, it was topped with authentic Manuka honey, and a sweet smell and freshness wafted out immediately. Ivy stuffed it with a cork in satisfaction, "It's done."

Since it was a gift, she specially decorated it with a lily of the valley. After dressing up carefully, she was going to visit Mrs. Susanna's house.

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