The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 252
Chapter 252
Translator: Yonnee
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It seemed Radis wasn’t the only one shocked by Yves’s white attire.
The great nobles of the Velleius faction, led by Duchess Byard, surrounded him and laughed heartily.
“My goodness, to see Marquis Russell in something other than black!”
“Well, it’s certain the sun will rise in the west tomorrow.”
“Not just the sun rising in the west! I think the heavens and earth might turn upside down. I should have done more good deeds.”
“Haha, indeed. Marquis Russell is once again throwing a stone into our stagnant waters.”
Yves had a bitter expression on his face as if he had bitten his tongue at the nobles’ compliments disguised as teasing.
“Please, enough…”
At his earnest whisper, Duchess Byard threw her head back and laughed before calling over other nobles.
“Bia, can you recognize this person?”
Radis wanted to go to Yves, but she couldn’t break through the crowd, so she lingered nearby.
‘Is Yves okay? He’s not going to tear his clothes and escape again, is he?’
She looked at him with a worried expression, recalling something Nicky had once said.
However, Yves looked surprisingly fine.
More than fine, the white robe suited him so well that it was almost dazzling.
When he was wrapped in dark clothes, he always looked extremely pale and gloomy.
But Yves in white robes looked like a fully bloomed white rose.
When the duchess made a teasing remark, he blushed slightly and shook his head.
His tousled hair swayed above his strikingly high nose.
Below, his red lips slightly bit down on his pearl-like white teeth, looking troubled.
That sensual sight made Radis’s heart pound.
‘Unbelievable…!’
Radis pounded her chest with her fist.
‘That’s Yves Petty Russell. The hermit crab, the lazybones…!’
She tried to calm her emotions by taking deep breaths.
At that moment, the voices of the noble ladies whispering nearby reached her ears.
“…Great heavens, is that really Marquis Russell?”
“Was he always this dashing? How did we not know until now?”
“It’s understandable. He never cared about formalities and always wore black clothes like mourning attire.”
A noble lady whispered in a very secretive voice.
“…I want to see his face up close.”
“Me too…!”
Radis almost shouted in response.
‘No way!’
However, she suppressed the urge with superhuman patience and covered it with a lid of cold reason.
‘Isn’t it a face he always shows? Why does it matter if someone else sees it?’
But the moment she saw a proactive noble lady approach Yves and deliberately bump into him, the lid of her cold reason began to rattle.
“Goodness, are you alright?”
“Oh, I’m fine. Marquis, do you remember me?”
“Ah, of course. Aren’t you the lady from the Corril Countdom? Let me see, how many gold mines does your estate have? Was it two…?”
“Oh my! I’m surprised you know so much about our family! Yes, it’s two! Soon to be three…!”
Radis saw Lady Corril raise three fingers and slide them up towards Yves’s forehead.
Simultaneously, the lid of Radis’s cold reason flew off.
She marched through the crowd and stood next to Yves and Lady Corril.
Then she spoke.
“Marquis, may I have a word with you?”
Her voice was so cold it surprised even herself.
Yves turned his head to see Radis.
Lady Corril’s fingers brushed just past his forehead.
“Oh? Radis? Where have you been? Wait a moment.”
Yves threw a sly smile at Lady Corril and said,
“Lady Corril, it was a pleasure talking with you. Especially the story about the undiscovered third gold mine—that was very intriguing. It must be in Sabha, right?”
His smile was undeniably evil yet strangely charming, causing Lady Corril to nod absentmindedly.
“Yes, that’s right. Sabha…”
Radis, giving Yves a frosty glare that sent shivers down his spine, headed towards a corner of the hall.
Yves hurriedly followed her.
“Radis, wait up!”
He looked thoroughly confused.
“What’s wrong? Why do you look like that?”
Radis pushed Yves to a window covered by curtains, blocking the view of others.
“Eek! Radis, what’s going on?”
Even though she had cornered Yves, Radis didn’t know what to say.
It seemed better to say nothing, but her insides were boiling with frustration.
Finally, Radis raised a finger at him and said,
“…Tone it down.”
“Huh?”
“Tone down your beauty, will you?”
“…What?”
At first, Yves seemed completely baffled by her words.
But soon, an undeniably blissful smile spread across his lips.
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