The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

To Ivy's surprise, the moment she arrived home, she saw an unfamiliar man standing at the door.

He turned around after hearing the sound of carriage wheels, with a smile on his dark face: "I'm Philip, the servant of the little duke. You just met me at the Canterbury Manor."

Ivy couldn't help being surprised by Clarence's high efficiency again, and even took Arthur to look at him in surprise several times.

"Why did you get there faster than us?"

He smiled politely again: "The little duke has orders, I have to pick the fastest horse and execute his orders quickly."

He looks very simple and honest, he doesn't seem to be lying, but Ivy doesn't know what Kevin means and what he wants to do.

As if seeing her doubts, Philip bowed to them, his English accent sounded a bit strange but it didn't affect the recognition, and said: "The little duke said he would like to invite Miss Ivy to have a cup of coffee on Shaftesbury Street. .”

"Why are you going there?"

"Maybe the little duke prefers that place. Forgive me for being unclear. But after you and Mr. Wellesley left, he dismissed the party and then came back."

Ivy couldn't help but looked up at Arthur.

She conveyed information with her eyes: "What does he want to do?"

Arthur whispered: "Maybe you pissed him off."

Ivy: "How is it possible."

"I think it's better for you to apologize to him."

Looking at her brother's sincere and earnest eyes, Ivy sighed, walked into the house, went to the bedroom to change the wine-red dress, and re-worn an extremely conservative pearl-gray dress and a black pearl-studded shawl, revealing an unintentional Extravagance.

When Ivy opened the door and walked in, he saw him sitting next to a street artist, concentrating on helping the latter polish a watercolor painting.

She was a little surprised at his breadth of experience. According to the environment at that time, the status of watercolor painting was much lower than that of oil painting, and was resisted by the Royal Academy of Painting in the name of being unrefined.

And he was able to abandon the aristocratic demeanor he had always observed, and personally picked up a watercolor brush to complete a work that was disdained by the upper class.

The artist next to him is wearing a huge exaggerated wide-brimmed hat on one side, and his coat looks like a sack. He looks unkempt, and seems to have a good conversation with him. It's splashes of watercolor paint.

She couldn't help but approached quietly, and found that his painting style was freehand, which was completely different from those in the Royal Academy of Painting who liked the elegant and strong style. He was painting a street scene with the sky, and he was painting nature in a post-impressionist way. The description is casual and free and easy, with brilliant orange and naive light blue painted in a large area, which is completely heaven and earth with his usual indifference and abstinence.

"Miss Wellesley?" He probably noticed the figure cast on the canvas behind him, and turned to call her.

She responded subconsciously: "What's the business of Mr. Duke asking me to come?"

Leaving the lingering and lingering high-end living room, we suddenly met in this place with the smell of fireworks.It was as if his disguise had been revealed all of a sudden, which was a bit embarrassing.

He whispered to the old artist for a while, then put down his paintbrush, washed his hands in the sink, and gracefully wiped away the water drops with a handkerchief.

"Please sit down..." He politely pointed to the empty seat opposite her, but he didn't kiss his hands, whether it was intentional or unintentional due to haste.

After being seated, the waiter brought two cups of coffee, put them in their hands respectively, and said in a low voice, "Please take it slowly."

It's just that the cup of cold coffee in front of him is as silent as stagnant water, while Ivy's is obviously just finished, steaming hot, with small bubbles rising from the drops, releasing a refreshing mellow aroma.

Some people actually like cold coffee.

Ivy glanced at him strangely, but found that the person on the other side was also looking at her, just in time to catch her surprised eyes.

"If you have something to solve, you don't need to kill time." She interrupted his gaze abruptly, looked away, and mixed the coffee with a cube of sugar with a small spoon.

But he was not in a hurry, with a bit of the banter she least wanted to see hidden in his dark pupils, and said, "Miss Wellesley, you and I know what's going on in your mind when you're in my living room." bright."

"I'm just drunk."

"Really?" A smile flashed in his eyes, "Then I'll take you as drunk, but my guests don't think so."

Ivy's face froze, but she quickly returned to normal, with a smile on her face: "Then what do you think?"

"I never thought Miss Wellesley would be really interested in someone as pompous and unrepentant as me."

He deliberately emphasized the evaluation Ivy once gave him, and raised the corners of his lips, "I don't think everything you have shown in my castle is aimed at me. It is my duke title, which is tasteless and a pity to discard. That's all."

He exposed his intention so bluntly, although Ivy was annoyed in her heart, the smile on her face was still as gorgeous as a rose: "Then what does Mr. Duke think I want to do?"

"If Miss Wellesley wants to cooperate with me, I'm sorry, but I don't agree."

"Why?" Ivy's voice was unknowingly stained with sullenness.

"From the moment you tried to do to me what you did to Lord Campbell and the like, you should have realized that it was not going to work for me."

His tone and expression returned to his usual coldness, and he was that proud duke who never pretended to others.

Sure enough, he saw it.

But she quickly suppressed the embarrassment, and her face was calm: "Even if I have such thoughts, I don't believe it. Can you swear that you don't have the slightest interest in me?"

She was extraordinarily calm when she uttered these domineering remarks, her eyes hooked his eyes aloofly, and she stared directly into the depths of his pupils with a full smile.

I can't believe you don't like me.

However, not only did he not avoid her smiling scrutiny, he even caught her gaze without any waves, and his voice was as cold as a glacier: "Sorry for taking you so long to play with me in front of others. But it may be you Forget what I said before, I don't like dealing with the opposite sex not because I'm cold by nature, but because I don't believe in love and romance, there's no need to waste their and my time. I treat all women equally, including You, Miss Wellesley."

The corner of Ivy's mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Even so, let me get straight to the point. I really want your help. No one will think that they have too much money. Cooperating with me is a sure-fire business."

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows, and chuckled lightly: "With Campbell or August? I really feel that I have too much money to cooperate with these fools who are obediently squeezed out of their remaining value by your rhetoric."

Ivy finally realized Miss Thurman's madness, her brain was like a flame ignited out of thin air, causing headaches.

"Put away your arrogance and arrogance!" She took a sip of her coffee and said, "Dealing with a blind and stubborn old aristocrat like you is undoubtedly the biggest waste of my precious time. You It’s such a pity that the name of the richest man in Great Britain is not yours.”

She glanced at him sarcastically, but saw that he didn't seem to have any reaction, and even said with a half-smile: "How dare I stand side by side with Miss Wellesley, after all, you have so many followers bowing down under your pomegranate skirt, you Just one sentence can make these gentlemen go through fire and water for you, but I don't have the capital to make you favor."

Ivy stood up with a "bang", simply tore off her hypocritical polite face, and glared at him viciously: "Kevin Clarence, don't make such a high-sounding rhetoric now, it's best to remember what you said today. I'll let you come and beg me in person! Let's compare and see who can spend more than the other."

"Happy to accompany you." He smiled slightly.

The author has something to say:

Immediately open the copy of Paris and go to do business with Napoleon...