The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Arthur soon found out, however, that she was forcing a smile.

Although it does look very happy, I am really happy for my victory.But there is always a sense of melancholy in his expression.

She usually either smiles slightly or has no expression on her face, so when there is any displeasure, Arthur can easily and keenly catch it.

Then at dinner, he watched his sister chew the wings of a roasted squab like a piece of tasteless wax, biting her teeth at a fixed frequency, and even forgot to suck the sweet juice flowing between them.

Even though it was the most delicious dish made by the chef with all his strength, she still didn't respond.

Although the eating movements were still graceful, no one else could see anything unusual, only Arthur was aware of her mechanicalness and indifference.

Only Anna maintained a vigorous and talkative ability at the table, constantly praising the achievements of her son, how hard it was and how hard it was to win this battle. After receiving unanimous support from everyone, she couldn't help looking at her son proudly, but Found him not looking very happy, even surprisingly calm.

Even though he was usually moody, Anna couldn't help suspecting that he wasn't very happy.

He kept his eyes on his sister, and when she threw away most of the roasted pigeon indifferently, he finally said the first sentence of the whole dinner.

"Ivy?" He tentatively called his sister's name.

"Huh?" She even forgot that she couldn't speak with food in her mouth, and subconsciously responded, "Are you full?"

Hearing her nonsense answer, Arthur immediately put down his knife and fork, wiped his lips with a napkin, didn't even take a sip of the after-dinner wine, and said "goodbye" with a stoop.

Including Anna, everyone couldn't help looking at each other.No one is an ignorant fool, and it was clear that General Wellesley was at the height of his life.Not only did he not feel very happy about the victory, he was even a little angry.

"What's going on here?" Everyone turned to Ivy at a loss, "Your brother seems to be angry, is something wrong?"

She shook her head, stood up without saying a word, and left the table under everyone's astonished eyes.

"There must be something..." Anna hurried out to make a rescue, and the old woman who was also confused picked up the glass of liqueur and signaled to continue, "Don't worry about the two brothers and sisters, let's continue eating."

"I thought they had always had a good relationship." Roy said regretfully, "Although the Consul seldom mentions His Excellency the Duke, when the news of the victory came, she was obviously very proud. When the unresolved situation reached a stalemate, her expression was full of worry, we all know how much the consul cares about the Duke, and such a harmonious relationship would actually cause conflicts."

"No matter how strong the rope is, there will be cracks, and it's not impossible to repair it." Anna said disapprovingly, not taking this episode seriously, "It's just like when we were young, no siblings quarreled time."

"I hope so." Roy said frankly.

This castle is gorgeous and elegant. Ivy's taste has always been in the medieval style. The Roman-style doors and arcades are clearly intersected. The Gothic foyer has a unique temperament of mystery and ultra-distant, decorated with shells, curly grass, etc. , back chairs, seats, large bed cabinets, small tables, etc. are carefully crafted but solemn and serious, visually creating a symbol of power and majesty.

But Arthur, a lover of aesthetics, didn't bother to look at the buildings and furniture. He walked among the endless corridors, and when he passed the library, he saw a few candles burning inside.

He walked in and found that the female assistant who had been with his sister all the time, the lively and smiling Serila, was busy working at his desk.

Realizing the footsteps from far and near, she raised her head from the piles of parchments in surprise, and after seeing the person coming, she quickly got up and made a standard curtsey.

The moment she looked up, Arthur almost thought he saw his former sister.

Although the facial features are only slightly similar, the smile is bright and from the heart, and the dimple rises on the lips, like a pink rose in the forest covered with morning dew.

But Ivy didn't seem to have smiled so much at anyone for a long time.Ever since she was immersed in money and power, it was difficult for him to judge whether her sister's smile was sincere or just a false mask.

This made him suddenly unhappy, a sense of betrayal gripped his heart feebly, and his mind was occupied by loneliness that spread for no reason.

"I want to ask, is my sister showing strong grief?"

"what did you say?"

Celera's eyes widened in confusion.

"Oh, I mean, did she show any sadness at the news of the Duke of Clarence's death?"

"Ah, no." She shook her head, "I've never seen that Mr. Duke, and I don't even know what his relationship is with the Duchess, but it's a pity that he passed away at a young age."

"Yes, I feel very sorry for this." He lowered his head, his voice suddenly lowered, "He was our friend, he died, and my sister looked very sad."

"But she didn't shed a single tear. She ate, slept and worked as usual. I suspect that the duke who died was just a stranger. There is no one who would not feel sad for the death of a friend." The young girl retorted.

Arthur smiled at her. "My sister is such a nature that she never shed tears for anyone's death. I think it would be an advantage for her to remain cold-blooded."

Cerilla nodded, and smiled at him very quickly: "I didn't expect that the famous Duke would be such a gentle person. I thought big people were ruthless."

"What kind of big shot am I?" He laughed self-deprecatingly. "I almost played the violin in the church choir for a living."

"My God, you still know music!" Cerilla's eyes suddenly lit up with admiration, and she looked up at him almost infatuatedly. "As a commander, you are so proficient in art, you are so perfect."

"Besides playing the violin well, I am full of shortcomings. You are just too young. Experience and age will become a magnifying glass on your eyes, and you will not be so blind by then."

He smiled, but the moment he turned to leave and closed the door, his smile quickly subsided.

He saw that in the empty living room, Ivy was sitting alone on the sofa, staring at the wall in front of her, her hair was wet and loose, and she was wearing a velvet white pajamas, as if she had just taken a bath.

Seeing Arthur's figure, she lowered her head again.

"Weiwei?" He hurriedly approached and sat down beside her, "What's the matter with you?"

However, before the words fell, Ivy threw herself into his arms in an instant, tears fell down instantly, and wet the collar of his coat.

"I'm really, so painful, so sad... No one will love me like this again..."

She cried heartbreakingly, Arthur had never imagined that his sister would cry like this, as if venting, tears poured down, quickly soaking her own pajamas.

He hurriedly wiped her tears with his cuff, patted her on the back lightly, and heard her voice gradually hoarse: "No one will love me like this again, my Kevin...I'm so sorry, he died Who will save me? Only he forgives me, forgives everything about me, and I love him for who he is, his title and status... I don't care at all, but he will never I won't know..."

He stared at her speechlessly, watching her cry heartbrokenly for another man in his arms, even choked to the point of suffocation.

"elder brother!"

Amidst the crying, she suddenly yelled, covered her heart, and gasped for breath, "I can't breathe, I can't speak..."

He knelt down and held her hand tightly.

After the silence, he looked deeply into those sad eyes, and said equally sadly: "It seems...you really love him."