Chapter 592
By the time Lizzie realized what was happening, Ferris had already swept her up in a bridal carry and whisked her away from the garden
The roses in the mansion remained. Though Lizzie hadn’t gotten her way, the surprisingly let the matter drop
Ferris set Lizzie down on a chair in th
the hall and slipped away so fast the barely had time to regitter.
They sat facing each other. Lizzie stared at Ferris with a lingering, hungry guze, her eyes brimming with covetous depre
His masculine scent filled her nostrils, leaving her mind utterly blank. She could hardly think straight with him to close
“Your Highness, what brings you here?” Ferris’s voice turned ice cold again, even reverting to the formal address.
His icy demeanochit Lizzie like a splash of cold water, snapping her back to her senses.
Lizzie shot Ferris a resentful glare. If it weren’t for his handsome face, there was no way she’d let him lead her around by the nose like this.
Lizzie leaned back in her chair, deliberately hiking up her skirt to reveal her ankles.
Tilting her head casually, she asked Ferris, “Are they pretty?”
She gently wiggled her foot, ensuring Ferris got a clear look at her embroidered shoes, adorned with gems and pearls and stuffed with fragrant barb
With a smug grin, Lizzie boasted, “These shoes took two months to make. I just got them and couldn’t wait to show you. You’d better appreciate this,
Forris”
The shoes were a garish, glaring crimson. It was so bright that it was almost painful to look at. Ferris took one glance and immediately averted his eyes.
That shade of crimson was disturbingly unnatural.
Lizzie, mistaking his discomfort for shyness, giggled behind her hand. “What’s this? Are you actually blushing?” she teased.
Ferris shot her a frosty look. “What’s so appealing about material steeped in human blood and madder root?”
“You actually knew?” Lizzle’s eyes widened in surprise. “Madder root alone doesn’t give that vibrant clarity. It only truly looks stunning with human
blood.”
Noticing the revulsion in Ferris’s eyes, Lizzie quickly retorted, “What’s that look for? I didn’t kill them. I just have them draw a little blood every day, it’s their honor to be of use to me.”
Lizzie showed not a shred of remorse, instead preening with self–satisfaction.
Ferris rose to his feet, his expression icy as he regarded her. Seeing he had no intention of sweeping her into his arms, Lizzie’s face darkened with
What Lizzie truly wanted was Ferris’s willing submission. There would not be any fun if she obtained it by order
Lizzie declared, “Once we’re married, I’ll miss all my male canserts for you, I’m doing so much for you, Ferris. Don’t you dare disappoint me.”
10:10 Mon, 28 Jul W GO
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