[Daughter of the Sea] English Fairy Tale

César's residence was not far from the palace, so Isis and the others arrived at their destination in a short while.

After the carriage stopped, Mr. Albert was the first to get off.Then he said to Isis, "Princess, we're here."

"Strange, who owns the carriage just now?" The moment the two carriages passed by, Isis felt that the people in the carriage looked familiar.Is that...Lady Agnes in there?

Mr. Albert thought about it carefully, "Ah, that is the carriage of Earl Visa's family."

From the looks of it, Mrs. Agnes should have just come out of Cesare's house.But what is she here for?The girl frowned: You know, Mrs. Agnes is the last thing she wants to see César unless necessary.

"Then, let's go in." Puzzled, Isis walked up the steps.

Before the concierge could notify him, he saw the figure of Aaron, César's personal entourage, "Hey—Princess Isis, why are you here?"

Looking at the nervous young man in front of her, the girl smiled: "Why, are you surprised to see me coming?"

"Of course not. If Master César knows you're here, he will be very happy." Aaron quickly explained.

Just kidding, now all the servants in the family know that the future wife of Earl Cesare is the king's most beloved daughter—Princess Isis.

"By the way, I saw Earl Visa's carriage at the door just now." Taking this opportunity, Isis tentatively asked, "Did Lady Agnes come here?"

"Yes. Mrs. Agnes found the young master directly when she came... However, the young master arranged for me to entertain Mr. Clifford in the lobby, so... But I seem to have vaguely heard the name of Master Allen."

"Thank you, Aaron." Isis kept Aaron's words in her heart, and she thought it would be better for her to ask César personally later.

The girl raised her head and looked around the surrounding environment. This mansion was bought by César from a dilapidated nobleman. At the beginning, there was nothing left here except the general outline, but after the renovation, it has regained its vitality.

Looking at the roses of various colors blooming in the flower bed, Isis asked suspiciously: "Well, when did you start planting these? I remember that roses were not planted here before?"

Glancing at the girl's expression, the brown-haired young man replied, "Princess, don't you remember? It was the time before you went to Denmark..."

"Really?" Hearing what the young man said, Isis began to think hard.

Back in time a few months ago, it was the first time Isis came here.César accompanied the girl to tour the house he just bought.When she first arrived here, Isis was very curious, "Wow——Cezel, how big is your place?"

The girl sighed: Tsk tsk, how much would it cost to buy this in a country where house prices are skyrocketing.

"Really?" The tall and straight man casually leaned aside, "Then Isis, do you like this place?"

"En." As she spoke, the girl suddenly put her hands on her knees and squatted in front of the flower bed, "I think this place is very beautiful. But this flower bed... What a pity."

It seems that the flower bed has not been taken care of for a long time, so weeds are overgrown inside, and the few remaining roses have withered.

Touching the petals with her fingers, Isis said subconsciously: "It's such a beautiful flower, what a pity... But, I like roses more than roses."

"Rose?" Looking at the girl's fair face, the man said to himself, "Mom also loves roses the most."

"What did you say?" The girl who didn't hear the second part of the sentence turned her head, she blinked and looked at the man behind her.

"It's nothing, I just want to say that Qiangwei is very good."

"If I have a large piece of land, I don't want to plant any flowers and plants." The girl sprinkled the petals left by her fingertips into the flower bed, "These look very beautiful, but it is too time-consuming to take care of them."

"..."

"Oh, so it was that time." Isis suddenly realized, she walked up to the buds and sniffed, the faint fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose, "It smells so good, it seems that these roses are well taken care of."

"If you pinch one flower, I wonder if César will be angry?"

Just when the girl suddenly had a "bad heart" and was about to attack Jiaohua in front of her, a slightly surprised male voice came from behind her: "Isis, why are you here?"

The startled girl turned around quickly, "Clifford, why is it you?"

"That's what I want to ask." The boy looked at Isis's reaction and asked with a smile, "Are you here to see Earl César?"

Nodding, the girl paused and then asked: "Clifford, you haven't answered me yet, why are you here?"

"By the way, if you were here just now...did you also run into Lady Agnes?"

"I just dropped by to help Uncle Britz deliver things... As for Asiria, you'd better ask brother Cesare yourself. He happens to be in the hall on the first floor, so I'll go first... Bye .”

"Hey, wait a minute? I haven't asked clearly—why did you have something to do with Asiria again?" Seeing the back of the young man leaving in a hurry, Isis felt very strange.

Sure enough, as Clifford said.In the hall on the first floor, César sat there with his head bowed as if he was flipping through some documents.

"What is this?" Isis saw the content on the paper with sharp eyes, "Demand... to give up all the property under the name of Count Visa... and the title."

"As you can see, this is a property transfer document." The man said without looking up.

Taking a closer look, Isis found that there were not many pages in the paper.She picked up a few pieces of paper and looked at them. There were quite a few clauses, but they summed up the same meaning: after the death of Earl Visa, his youngest son Alan will inherit the title and property behind him.

"Is this from Mrs. Agnes?" Isis held César's hand flipping the document, and slowed down, "Does your father, Earl Visa know?"

"That's right, it was sent by Ellen's mother." César looked up at Isis. "As for father, he probably doesn't know about it yet."

"Okay." Seeing the man's smiling eyes, the girl immediately realized that her worries were for nothing.She snorted, and withdrew her hand that was covering the back of the man's hand.

"I guessed that you would come to me, Isis." César watched the girl sit down on the chair next to him angrily, "I just didn't expect that Mrs. Agnes would arrive before you."

"Will you sign it?" Isis frowned and looked at the documents on the table.

The man curled his lips and reached out his hand to touch the girl's brow, "Don't frown...it's ugly."

To be disgusted, Isis got a little angry.She flicked César's fingers away, "Hey, am I really worried about you? César, I'm really angry."

Speaking of this, the girl suddenly remembered: Didn't I come to settle accounts with someone?What now?

"Are you thirsty? What do you want to drink, is the juice good?" César asked nonchalantly after cleaning up the mess on the table.

"No." It is the traditional virtue of the Chinese clan to prefer death to submission.

"Are you sure? Uncle Sam improved the ice cream banana split you taught the kitchen to make before, but no one can taste it for him yet."

Seriously staring at César for a moment, Isis lost shamefully, "Okay. I want a large one."

"It's a large size." The girl emphasized again worryingly.

In the blink of an eye, the matter of settling accounts was thrown out of the blue. Is this the tragedy of foodies?The girl happily followed the man to the small living room next to the kitchen.

Knives and silver spoons have been placed on the carved walnut table. Isis is looking at the "ice cream banana split" in the crystal bowl. The ice cream is decorated with different kinds of fruits, which looks very beautiful.

"How is it? Is the taste okay?" Seeing the girl eating to her heart's content, César wiped the excess cream from the corner of her mouth for her.

"Would you like to try it?" Holding another spoon, Isis asked politely.

In fact, she was thinking in her heart: reject it, reject it.This way you can enjoy the delicious food by yourself.

"Thank you." With that said, César held the girl's wrist, and swallowed the ice cream mixed with strawberries on her silver spoon in one gulp.

"This is what I ate half...why don't you use a new spoon." Isis stared at the empty spoon in her hand dumbfounded, a little bit like crying.

"Don't worry, this tastes good."

As she spoke, the girl only saw César's face slowly approaching, and she subconsciously closed her eyes.He smelled the familiar fragrance of roses again while breathing, and then the corners of his lips warmed up.

"Idiot, Isis, you have eaten the corner of your mouth again."

Quickly opening her eyes, Isis pushed the leaning man back with a blushing face.She put down the two spoons in her hand, then pointed at César with her index finger, "You, you...don't do this to me."

"Isis, I've noticed that you've been blushing more and more recently." César held the girl's hand and said with a smile, "However, you're so cute."

"I'm done eating." A hint of joy flashed in her heart, but Isis still changed the subject solemnly, "Is there any question I want to ask you next?"

"There is still half a bowl left, are you really not going to eat?"

Seeing the man's graceful thin lips, the girl nodded desperately.Just kidding, I don’t know if something will happen if I eat it again ==.

Back in the study on the second floor, Isis threw herself on the soft cushion of the sofa familiarly.She looked at César's action of putting the document back into the drawer of the desk, and was a little puzzled, "Aren't these things thrown away?"

"Why throw it away, I promised Mrs. Agnes that she would think about it."

Rubbing barefoot in front of the man's seat, Isis put her hand on the man's forehead, and asked bluntly, "You took the wrong medicine, or you still have a fever. What else is there to consider about this unequal treaty?"

"By the way, I forgot to ask? I heard Clifford mention Asiria's name before. What's going on? I'm confused by you."

"Mrs. Agnes proposes marriage to Mrs. Savigny on behalf of Allen, and Mrs. Savigny's condition is that Allen must inherit everything from his father before she agrees to marry Ashilia to Allen."

"What, Ashilia and your brother. Isn't she always in love with you? And compared to Ellen, I think Mrs. Savini is more optimistic about you as her son-in-law." Isis said sourly.

"Aren't you cold standing like this?" César didn't care about the girl's question at all, and he gently pulled Isis on his lap.

"Honey, I'm your fiance." César said with a smile, restraining the girl from wanting to get up.

"Yeah, I almost forgot about that." Covering the man's beautiful eyes, he felt the touch of eyelashes brushing against the palm of his hand.Isis suppressed her smile, "However, the engagement ceremony is scheduled for a month later, so now I'm still me, you're still you, and we need to keep a distance."

Saying that, she jumped off the man's lap and sat cross-legged back on the sofa.

"Do you really want to sign?" Isis asked puzzled, tilting her head.

"I want to sign not because of Mrs. Agnes, but because of Ellen." César stood up from his seat, "Although he doesn't like my brother, he is indeed my only brother."

"I can guess what my father is thinking...he hopes to use everything he has to compensate me, so I can understand Mrs. Agnes doing this."

"Besides, you don't want the gift from Earl Visa, right?" Isis looked at the man and asked seriously.

"Before my mother died, she told me not to hold grudges against my father and his wife. I told myself that I couldn't forgive them easily...but now I can finally let go."

There is a tenderness that cannot be ignored in the girl's azure blue eyes.From the moment he fell in love with Isis, César suddenly understood her mother's intentions.Sometimes loving someone is easier than hating someone.

"However, I'm still a little unwilling." Isis puffed her cheeks and propped her chin, "I can even imagine Mrs. Agnes's arrogant face now."

Mother, you must love your father very much, that's why you don't want me to hate him.And now, I have someone I want to take care of with all my heart.

The day passed quickly, and dusk was approaching. Under Albert's urging, Isis got into the carriage dizzily.

Afterwards, when her father asked about it, the girl said heartbrokenly: She actually slept in Cesare's study all afternoon, it was really embarrassing.

So to settle accounts or something is really just lip service.

The author has something to say: Here comes an update~~~ Do you like this plot of settling accounts? Well, in fact, Yuzu really wants to run away with her head in her arms. . .I tried my best, everyone feel free~~