Chapter 491 Pretending to be relaxed
Chapter 491 Pretending to be relaxed
“I play Beatrice de Poppa, who was born in Ireland!”
"So you and Ms. Bell are playing each other! You are indeed a relationship that has been in love and hate for 20 years! If you continue like this, you will sooner or later become a legend in the lesbian world!"
"Fxxk! Who plays her? I play Beatrice de Poppa, who was born in Ireland!"
Beatrice's voice trembled and her expression was serious and earnest. She looked like a spoiled and domineering Western European noblewoman.
"Bell, who looks like a fat shrimp wonton, can't possibly act out the sexy appearance of us Colombian people!"
"Humph! If I ever see her imitating my Spanish accent, I will strip her naked and throw her into that cold, stinking water over there!"
"Don't explain, you love it so much..."
"No! Tonterias! No la amo!"
"I remembered!"
Christine suddenly slammed the table and stood up, scaring the two people who were arguing.
She hit it too hard, and although her bones were not broken, her weak body still fell backwards the moment she stood up suddenly.
"You are Baron Mark Rex's fiancée, right?"
Upon hearing the name, Beatrice's body stiffened immediately, and Ivy, who knew the inside story, also froze her smile.
"Kiki, that's so rude..."
"Right, right! I heard from the adults at the party that there was a charming and beautiful Colombian girl who was originally the owner of a Bohemian fabric store on the street. By chance, the powerful baron met the girl by chance during business dealings and fell in love with her at first sight. The two quickly fell in love, and the proposal was successful the next day!"
"I heard from the adults that Baron Rex was a lonely man his whole life. He lost his mother when he was born and his father at an early age. He inherited the title at a young age and grew up to be an independent baron under the guidance of the family steward and butler..."
"The Baron is a quiet man who doesn't like to attend social events, let alone host banquets. It's really not easy for such a quiet man to find the love of his life and announce this extraordinary marriage in a high-profile manner!"
Christine excitedly held Beatrice's hands, her face flushed and her eyes shining.
"You are so beautiful! It is no exaggeration to say that you are the most charming, beautiful and graceful woman I have ever seen!"
"Thank you... thank you..."
Beatrice smiled awkwardly and tried to pull her hands free, but failed.
"When are you getting married? Can I go? I will give you a gift. I will buy you a precious crystal necklace as a wedding gift!"
Christine's voice broke with excitement, her eyes were bright, Beatrice could even see the pure and innocent light shining in her eyes.
However, Beatrice was speechless about this matter.
"Kiki..."
Ivy saw that the situation was not right and grabbed Christine's sleeve in time.
"Let me help you go to my room to rest. There is medicine for cold in Mr. Zhu's room. You must have never taken our Chinese antipyretic medicine, right?"
"This... I've never had it before. Is it sweet?"
“It tastes exactly like hot Americano!”
Ivy smiled, stood up and helped Christine walk out.
"But Miss Ivy! I want more..."
"Don't ask for it, let's talk about it when we get back!"
"But I..."
"I'm sorry, Miss Christine, my wedding is...cancelled."
As expected, Beatrice's light voice came from behind the two of them, like a wisp of smoke, stopping them in their tracks.
"I am no longer his fiancée, and he and I...will not get married..."
She was no longer aggressive, nor did she choke with tears, but stated the fact in a relaxed, happy and calm manner.
Yet it was clearly just a few words, yet they sounded heavy and silent, and the person who said it sounded weak and tired, as if he had used up all his strength.
"Why? Did he cheat on her?" Christine was still asking foolishly.
Beatrice smiled and shook her head slightly.
"You cheated?" Christine covered her lips in surprise.
Beatrice shook her head again, but this time, she stuck out her tongue playfully and said in a sad voice:
"He passed away and I held his funeral yesterday."
Her voice was trembling badly, but her tone was deliberately relaxed. She took a breath, stood up and turned around before the tears flowed out of her eyes.
"Oh! I'm so sorry..."
"It's okay." Beatrice turned her head and couldn't see her expression. "You guys go and rest. I'm going to continue looking for Belle and tell her about this."
After saying that, she wiped her face and turned around again.
"Ah! It seems that it is not as difficult to say it as I thought."
She tried her best to smile, although to others her smile was more bitter than freshly ground coffee foam.
"I need to train more before I can officially tell her..."
"No! Miss Beatrice! We're going to find Ms. Bell now!"
Christine suddenly appeared in front of Beatrice, and before Beatrice could react, she gently but firmly pulled up her hands.
"Tell her everything you have in your heart! Tell Miss Bell your sorrow, your love, your gratitude, your apology, your sincerity and your enthusiasm! Just like Miss Ivy was going to tell Joshua!"
"Me?" Ivy pointed at herself, looking confused.
"But I don't know where Bell is now..."
"I know, I know! Since they are going to participate in the Best Hundred Demons competition, then we should also participate. If we are at the competition site, we will definitely meet them!"
Christine's face was flushed. Although she was not feeling well, she was in extremely good spirits.
"But you've caught a cold now..." Ivy held Christine's waist and said hesitantly.
"No, Ms. Ivy, I'm fine, please don't worry... In fact, I, I also have to go to the competition site to find someone..."
"Is it the princess?" Ivy blinked and rubbed her chin. "Yes, the Princess of Luxembourg should be the one you brought here..."
"Huhu... Now that we've decided, let's go without further delay!"
Christine exhaled two breaths of hot air and held Ivy's arm to urge her on.
"now?"
"Of course!" Christine's voice was once again tinged with tears.
"After all, if anything happens to Princess Constance, I'm screwed!"
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