Chapter 8: Danger awaits

The space was enveloped in darkness. Her eyes curled up into a pretty semicircle.

Due to Lela's strange demeanor, the actions came to a halt, and the hand loosened completely. That, of course, was for a brief moment.

Marik's eyes narrowed and he inquired dangerously.

"Are you Lela Sue Vincent, Duke Vincent's little lady?"

"The second prince knows the answer. Why have you come all the way here to ask me?"

She laughed mockingly. Following that, she demonstrated renewed interest by politely asking questions.

"Is this your intention, second prince?"

Marik was taken aback by Lela's reaction. He assumed Lela would be enraged and indignant at his impolite behavior. However, there was no trace of anger in those clear eyes. He squeezed his hand slightly, pressing his finger firmly against Lela's white skin, purposefully frightening her.

"You think I can't kill you?"

Lela nodded in agreement, her eyebrows raised.

"Of course, you dare to murder me. However, I believe you will not harm me."

Marik's hand fell from around Lela's neck. However, that colossal hand gradually raised her delicate chin, forcing her to confront his beast-like eyes.

His beautiful eyes were completely dark. It was as if it were a quiet night, devoid of stars and moon, dark and silent. He wore a very seductive scent. The scent was reminiscent of a wild wind gliding through the woods. It embalmed itself in plants and flowers and developed a unique identity.

"You're quite certain about your guess, aren't you?"

Lela was suddenly awakened by his voice as she sank into the scent of Marik's body. Lela could hardly believe she had been seduced by his scent.

The mind is vibrating, but the outside must remain in a normal state. Lela nodded confidently.

"Of course, if I can't trust myself, who can I trust?"

"Others assert that you have returned to normal, but why do I continue to think that your brain is not normal?" He spoke up sarcastically.

Lela reached up and took Marik's wrist in her grip. She smiled as she locked her gaze on his. He also has a sense of humor, deliberately teasing her in this situation. If it were another woman, she would undoubtedly believe he was insane. However, Lela relished the moment. It is not incorrect to say she has an odd personality. When she lived in the old world, people constantly made such remarks about her.

"Hmm, the second prince, you say that makes my heart hurt. You have a lovely face, so why do you keep saying hurtful things?"

Marik chuckled. His dark eyes glowed with a sudden glint of light. The two of them had only recently met, but why did he have the impression that Lela genuinely liked him?

Even with a layer of gloves on, the warmth of her small hand made him feel it. The strange girl, like a poisonous butterfly brimming with allure, flew constantly in front of his eyes, provocatively compelling him to reach out and catch her.

His eyes glowed with excitement. He reached out and gently placed his hand over her face once more. Marik smiled as he moved his hand slowly, feeling the warmth of her smooth skin.

"Lela, right? This time, you made me want to be possessive. Don't make fun of others with this charming appearance, because I will be jealous. "

Lela let out a loud laugh, unconcerned about his words.

"Then I'll wait for you at our next meeting because I'd relish the opportunity to tease you once more."

"We will undoubtedly meet again." He made a grave assertion.

Before letting go, the hand that was placed on Lela's cheek caressed her a few times, as if the owner of the other hand was lingering and did not want to let go.

"Marik, I didn't know you had such a hobby of doing strange things in the dark."

A gentle, warm, masculine voice rang out. Those words were clearly spoken with a smile.

Sparkling royal blue eyes looked at the two of them. The two sides were different. The first prince stood in the light of the party, while the other two stood in the darkness. This situation appears to be somewhat peculiar.

Lela sensed Marik's mood deteriorating rapidly. She had the feeling that she had just fallen from the spring into a frozen lake. This apparent shift in mood is attributed to the arrival of the first prince, Marcus.

She cast a glance at the first prince, then returned her gaze to Marik. The relationship between the two brothers appears to have been bad from the start, and not because of the appearance of the female protagonist, Cyan.

Lela lightly bit her lip for a moment. She couldn't transform herself into a person without etiquette when confronted by Marcus. She let go of Marik's hand, delicately stepping from darkness to light.

A clear voice sounded, Lela bowed her head in salute.

"I Lela Sue Vincent would like to bow to the light of the empire. I wish you would always be protected by the gods above."

Marcus cast a glance over at Lela, his eyes sparkling with unmistakable amusement. Marcus took a step forward, leaned politely over, gently lifted Lela's small hand, and planted a kiss on it.

Marcus's body was so warm that the sensation of his lips brushing against Lela's skin prevented her from shivering.

Marik stood in the dark, squinting dangerously. The warmth that had previously encircled his hand was now falling into the grip of his older brother, whom he despised.

"Pretty lady, my name is Marcus Felix Kenneth, and I am the first prince. I'm delighted to have met you."

Lela's face was expressionless. After Marcus finished introducing herself, she also withdrew her hand. She did not want herself to have a special relationship with the first prince. The male protagonist must belong to the female protagonist. She still knows her identity very well.

The man in front of her right now was not a gentle character. He is a wise man who understands his own strengths and how to use them to attract the attention of others. Everything around him is impeccably designed. In other words, he possesses everything, including his appearance, family background, power, wisdom, and family support.

Perhaps because Lela knew early on what kind of person Marcus was, she didn't want to come into close contact with him.

Marcus found it amusing to see her silently looking at him without saying anything, and Marik behind him, also refusing to leave as usual. This younger brother of his appears to have something to do with this girl. Marcus's lips curled in mockery.

Naturally, he removed his cloak and placed it on Lela.

"It's extremely cold outside at night, lady Lela. The dress you're wearing appears to be quite svelte. Allow me to take you inside if you don't mind."

The words are both polite and prudent, and with that warm tone, your heart must soften regardless of who you are. However, Lela regarded him with cold eyes and maintained a distant demeanor. She removed Marcus's coat, returned it to his hand, and politely declined.

"I apologize, the first prince. However, I am unable to allow someone to take me inside."

"Why?" Marcus's hands were clenched tightly around his shirt, his brows slightly furrowed, indicating that he required her response.

"Our identities are very special. If we insist on entering the great hall together, those nobles will definitely spread rumors. Pardon me for being blunt, I don't want to let it be. My family has to worry more about me."

Lela stated it succinctly: there are still numerous false rumors swirling around her. The first prince is of noble birth, and others are averse to discussing him. Because they were unable to speak about Marcus, they set their sights on Lela and her family.

The little lady of Duke Vincent's family has just recovered from her illness and intends to get acquainted with the first prince. Those idle nobles will undoubtedly use this to assert that Lela's parents wish to use their pretty daughter to develop a relationship with Marcus in preparation for a future marriage and that once the Vincent family obtains this marriage, they will have power.

Marik smiled and covered her mouth, her eyes praising Lela. This girl is extremely intelligent. She reminds him of a small fox. Both stunning and endearing, she dances in front of others, purposefully attracting their attention before turning around and vanishing. It is true that the longer you interact, the more interesting it becomes.

Lela turned her head and gave Marik a bright smile as she sensed his eyes of praise.

Lela had just entered the great hall when she was stopped by Richard. He fixed his gaze on her, his eyes serious. Lela could see her brother's suppressed anger in those eyes.

"Lela, where did you come back from? Didn't I warn you to exercise extreme caution in the palace?"

She smiled sweetly and snuggled into his arms, blinking her sparkling eyes, attempting to soothe the anger in his eyes with her cuteness.

"I simply went out for a breath of fresh air, the atmosphere inside the palace was so secretive that it made me feel uneasy."

Although Richard was still unable to control his rage, he was unable to raise his voice to reprimand her. She was like a piece of cake, very know how to comfort the opposite person.

"I..."

Before the words left his lips, Richard's gaze met the obvious mark on Lela's neck. Lela's skin was naturally very white, and perhaps as a result, the wound became more visible. Richard's eyes immediately glowed with anger, and he carefully lifted Lela's chin to examine the wound.

Lela gulped, blaming herself for her stupidity for not noticing the wound on her neck. No one would have noticed if she had worn a scarf around her neck. How is she to explain it to Richard at this point?

"I'm curious as to why my sister's neck has this bruise. Be honest with me, this wound is a man-made wound. Tell me, who is it?"

"Simply a minor misunderstanding. I've resolved everything satisfactorily."

She slid from Richard's grasp. Wrap a thin scarf around your neck. It's not that Lela is unwilling to say it, but it's clear that saying it will not resolve the situation. Mairk is the second prince, while he is not as beloved by the king as Marcus, his blood is still royal. Lela would not allow this to happen simply because it put the two sides' relationship in an awkward situation.

Richard clenched his fist, uneasy about his sister's neck wound. She is a strong woman, but she is overly cautious with everyone. Lela is always self-sufficient and dislikes relying on others, even if they are her relatives. Richard had a real headache dealing with such a strong and independent personality.

He reminded himself that he needed to use every ounce of strength he possessed to protect his sister. Nonetheless, he was clearly unable to complete it. He forced his younger sister to confront dangerous situations outside on her own.

Lela sensed Richard's sadness and quickly took his hand in hers, placed it on her cheek, and smiled softly.

"Brother, you are one of the few people in whom I have complete trust. You can be certain that if everything becomes too much for me to handle, the first person I will contact will be you. The issue at hand was a minor misunderstanding, which I resolved successfully."

Richard gave her a serious look, sighed, and nodded slightly. Your sister is a gifted individual, he should faith in her. However, Richard could not conceal his concern as he stroked her cheek, instructing.

"You have to remember that you are the daughter of Duke Vincent. Behind you always have a family to protect, you can do whatever you want, as long as it's what you want, it's wrong, I will help you deal with all the consequences."

Lela's eyes widened with emotion. Perhaps as a result of this thought, everyone in Vincent's family perished in the novel in order to protect Lela.

"I remember."

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The upper aristocracy began to speak more about the Vincent family, particularly Lela Sue Vincent, the youngest daughter.

Opinions for and against opinions appear simultaneously. Lela naturally became an extremely popular character. Numerous tea party invitations were sent to her residence, as many nobles desired to establish a relationship with Duke Vincent's family.

Lela and her mother host a tea party at their residence. They fall in love with the sweet scent of rose tea. Exquisite cakes are created by skilled craftsmen and displayed on a cake tower.

Mialy gave her daughter a tender look. From the bottom of her heart, Mialy couldn't help but admire this beautiful figure of her daughter. Time passed slowly, Lela's health improved a lot. She gained more weight, her skin and spirit were much better than before. A mother's heart is always on her children. Mialy feels that God still loves her very much when he saved Lela so that Lela could return to her normal state.

"This cake is delectable, Mom. lease eat it."

Lela pushed a plate of strawberry tarts in front of her mother's eyes, speaking with concern.

Mialy responded softly with a nod.

"I will eat well, my daughter, as a result of your kindness."

"Is your health better now than it was before, Mom?"

"Mom? You are perfectly fine."