The end of a dance.

Charles let go of Fu Yue's hand, bowed slightly, and then raised his jewel-like eyes, looking straight at Fu Yue's eyes.

There seemed to be endless affection in his eyes.

"Chloa, you're beautiful today."

Fu Yue was stunned for a moment, frowned without a trace, curled her red lips again, and smiled back at Charles politely and detachedly.

"Thank you."

Although she likes to admire beauties, she doesn't like to be teased.

Seeing that the black-haired girl didn't react, Charles's eyes obviously flashed a little sadness, and his eyes like the sea made the hearts of the celebrities present break their hearts.

Oh, His Royal Highness the Prince is so gentle.

Why is this Chloe so ignorant? Ignoring his overtures?

The feast continued.

After the dance, Fu Yue lifted her skirt and was about to return to her seat, when there was a sound of footsteps behind her, and when Fu Yue was about to sit down, she saw Charles catching up.

"Chloa, it's abrupt to say that, but ...... May I ask if I can invite you out alone, I have one thing I want to tell you. ”

Fu Yue's eyelids jumped.

"Sorry ......"

Before she could finish her words, the Duchess next to her naturally took her words, "Chloa, come here, Mother also has something to say to you." ”

Fu Yue knew that the Duchess was helping her out.

With a little regret on her face, the girl smiled at Charles, her eyes were bright, and she said, "I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness the Prince, you see, my mother seems to have something to look for me, please forgive Chloya for not being able to agree to your request." ”

The other party blinked his blue eyes: "Oh, that's a pity." ”

Fu Yue sat next to the Duchess and smiled at her kindly.

"Thank you, Mother."

The other party nodded indifferently and solemnly.

Fu Yue couldn't help but sigh again, and her eyes fell on the duchess's delicate and beautiful face.

How can such an ice rose be cheap for the duke's scumbag?

*

In the empty space of the feast.

Fu Yue found an excuse to go out to breathe, and then in a blink of an eye, he slipped into the back garden of the castle, through this rose garden, and after bypassing the bridges, the somewhat gloomy castle that looked past was the location of the library pavilion.

Fu Yue saw it at a glance.

She looked down at the heels she was wearing, and then at the not-so-short distance, and sighed again.

It's so far away, she's lazy, she doesn't want to move.

Fu Yue took off the high heels she was wearing, carried them with one hand, and stepped barefoot over the rugged stone steps, if she wore high heels, she would definitely fall to her death.

In front of the stone steps is the delicate rose garden, and at a glance, the fiery red roses that connect into a sea are beautiful and warm.

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Yue put his shoes on the ground and prepared to step into them.

Then she heard a deep male voice in the distance.

"Chloa, why are you here?"

Fu Yue didn't turn her head back, she didn't even wear shoes, she ran towards the rose garden barefoot, the roses were with thorns, and the girl's white and tender feet were inevitably scratched by thorns, in fact, the scars were not big, but her complexion was too white, so it looked a little shocking.

Although Fu Yue turned around and ran away, she still didn't run away, and her wrist was held by the man's hand.

"Chloa, what are you running?"

Charles's voice was a little surprised, "Where are you going?" ”

When he said this, he looked in the direction where Fu Yue ran.