The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 33
Then, Marquis Russell raised both his hands.
“Alright, let’s get to the point first. Radis, come to the Russell Marquisate.”
After saying this, he seemed to be expecting a reaction from her.
However, Radis’ facial expression remained the same—blank.
“The Marquisate? Why?”
“I’ve done a bit of digging around about you. Most people don’t even know that you exist, let alone that you’re part of House Tilrod. And the few people who know you would say that you’re ‘not treated properly.’ Some people even say that you don’t seem to be a biological child of the couple.”
As he said that she didn’t seem like a biological child, Radis’ gaze wavered a little.
But she still had an expressionless face.
“Apart from that, you were recently resigned to your situation and even dealt with the eldest son’s admission to the academy for him. This household is nothing but a bed of nails for you, that’s why this should be a chance for you.”
“You don’t want to?”
“Don’t ask whether I like it or not before telling me why you’re saying this.”
Radis relaxed her arms and propped her chin with one hand as she faced Marquis Russell.
It was like she was talking about someone else.
“Seeing how my parents are so restless, you must have mentioned money to them—perhaps a considerable amount of money. But why are you trying to take me to your Marquisate, Marquis?”
Yves Russell was shocked.
Girls around this age weren’t supposed to be like this.
They didn’t even go out of their rooms before getting dressed and dolled up. And even though they were in their own house, they would never try to walk in front of men.
And none of them would take a man to a backyard for a conversation.
But most of all, it was Radis’ attitude that surprised him.
She was a daughter of a humble household that had no title, but she didn’t seem to be intimidated in front of a marquis—a marquis who owned more than half of the southern territory of the empire.
He realized that his expectations had misled him.
Yves Russell thought that it would be a simple matter to take Radis.
According to the investigation done on her, she was a girl who wasn’t treated properly in her own household, so what he expected was that she’d fall to tears the moment a chance like this would fall to her lap, then she would nod shyly while looking up at him. Either that, or she would follow him while trembling in fear.
But right now, Radis was extremely cold.
“So to reiterate, you’re giving me a chance, Marquis Russell, and that I should look forward to it?”
But Yves Russell just hummed and looked down at her, staring straight at her face.
“The more I look at you, the more I don’t understand.”
His voice was low and smooth, and as Radis heard it closely, her ears were ringing.
Somehow holding back the urge to shrug, Radis asked.
“So, about me and my family?”
“Let me add one more thing. The Third Prince has taken a liking to you.”
“Do you remember him? Olivier Arpend.”
Radis’ eyes slightly grew wider.
She was reminded of the initials engraved on the handkerchief.
Seeing her reaction, Marquis Russell nodded and continued to speak.
“Yes, he’s the one who helped you when you tripped. Of course, it’s what’s expected of a gentleman, but this case is different.”
Yves Russell’s lips twisted slightly as he smirked.
“Do you think there’s only been one or two young women who’ve tripped in front of the Third Prince so far? I’ve seen dozens of them do that purposely. Of course, the Third Prince treated them well like the gentleman that he is, but it was a little different with you. How do I put it… It seems like he’s taken a liking to you.”
Hearing his words, Radis had to struggle to manage her reaction.
‘O.A…. That was Olivier Arpend.’
It was a name that really suited him.
With silvery hair and amethyst-like eyes shining under the moonlight…
When he saw that Radis’ cheeks ever so slightly blushed, Yves Russell’s smile twisted up further.
“Don’t you want to meet the Third Prince again?”
Radis noticed the insidious smile on Yves Russell’s lips.
Indeed, there was a difference like heaven and earth between his and Olivier’s smile.
And that difference was enough to bring Radis back to her senses.
“You’re going to let me meet him again? Perhaps… Is that your goal?”
“Are you telling me to believe all that? You’re going to spend an enormous amount of money and take me to your Marquisate just to do that?”
“It’s not… just that!”
Suddenly, Yves Russell’s voice rose a tone higher.
“Do you know what kind of person the Third Prince is? There are rumors that he’s just a moving porcelain doll or a piece of breathing marble—maybe even a glass doll that needs to be winded with a key on his back. No, no, wait, why are you nodding? It’s not because of his appearance, it’s because he feels no emotion at all. And most importantly, he’s not interested in women! Even after his coming-of-age celebration!”
Radis’ mouth gaped open a little.
It wasn’t because she was shocked by the rumors surrounding Olivier, but because she was startled by how passionate the marquis seemed to be when it came to this problem.
Unlike the cold first impression anyone would have on him, Marquis Russell seemed to be the kind of person who’d go into hysterics.
With one hand cupping around his mouth, Yves Russell whispered in a very low voice.
“There are even rumors that he likes men.”
With her mouth still gaped open, Radis covered both her ears with her hands.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”
“Do whatever you want, sure. So far though, I also thought that really was the case, and I even started to think twice about unbuttoning my shirt in front of him. But then I saw that scene with you. I’ve been by the Third Prince’s side for a while now, but I’ve never seen him smile. And it was a really dazzling one at that.”
Radis stared at the Marquis Russell.
“Do you… by any chance… like men?”
“It’s our first time meeting today, but can I hit you?”