Andrea sat up straight, realizing that the current atmosphere was indeed a bit delicate.
The two parties who have always been at odds are sandwiched between an unidentified strike-up maniac, and he is holding a temporarily well-behaved brat in his arms.
He could only bite the bullet and join the conversation.
"Um."
Dia: "..."
Just when the hypocrisy atmosphere at the table was about to reach its limit, the crisp Loli voice broke the silence.
"My grandfather and I also happened to come in."
Three people: "..."
Naren glanced at her indifferently, and found that his niece's expression was particularly gloomy.
"Illya, have you finished your homework?"
Xia Erwei's juvenile body let out a family-style cold snort, and said with disdain: "It's already done."
Naren motioned for her to come over: "Little uncle is holding you."
Andrea hurriedly stood up, wanting to send the child back.
"I don't." Illya protested in a low voice, but the resistance was ineffective.
With the heavy weight on his legs, Naren patted his niece lightly and said, "Sit down."
Ilya pursed her mouth and secretly made a grimace, but her body obediently nestled into her little uncle's arms.
She still gives face to her elders in front of outsiders.
But she still couldn't help asking: "Are you refusing to eat with me and grandpa just to see Uncle Searles?"
The tone is really resentful.
Everyone present, except Jeff, pricked up their ears.
——In order to date the Marshal, he turned down the invitation of the old prince? !
Naren said blankly: "It's just a coincidence."
Ilya raised her neck and whispered, "I don't believe you, big liar!"
Naren: "..."
Ilya said in a normal voice again: "But if it were me, I would do the same."
There is an understanding and tolerant heart hidden in a small body.
Nalen: "???" How
"I would do anything to meet Uncle Searles."
Naren: "..." It was touching.
After a while, Ilya moved her butt and said, "Uncle, I want to go to the next table."
-I want to go too.
Naren reassured his restless niece, suggesting that Sells liked a little more reserved.
Andre: "..." He seemed to have heard some terrible news.
reserved
From a certain point of view, Prince Sharvie is indeed reserved enough.
If this secret meeting hadn't been accidentally broken, no one would have discovered that the two had an affair.
When did it start
Andrea fell into deep thought, and began to sort out the recent movements of the two of them.
Could it be the spa session
The marshal rescued Illya, and Naren softened his attitude in gratitude, so...
No, he didn't think that was the case.
There must be some clues that he doesn't know about.
Andrea was brainstorming frantically, while Ilya was sitting on her little uncle's lap with a sullen face.
reserved! A reserved little lady will not rush to pester others.
—My niece is sometimes easy to fool.
Nalen put his left arm around Ilya's small body, and unconsciously fiddled with the little chirp above her head with his right hand. This was still in the morning, and the old prince who was full of fatherly love pierced it himself.
From where he was sitting, he could see Seers' lips moving, and the old prince's back was relaxed... The two seemed to be having a good time talking. Nalen pricked up his ears to listen carefully, and he could still hear a few words, and the one that appeared most frequently was his name.
He became nervous inexplicably, always feeling that the current development was a bit strange, but he couldn't explain why.
Perhaps because of his mentality and emotions, the silent Nalen exudes an alienated temperament of refusing to talk.
Dia and Andrea were not surprised, but Jeff was somewhat frustrated.
——This familiar feeling of failing to strike up a conversation!
Ilya nestled in her uncle's arms, kicking her calves boredly.
Not long after, she suddenly felt weightless. With a "huh huh", her eyes began to spin.
When all the dust settled, she found herself stuffed back into Andrea's arms.
Elijah: "..."
Andrew: "???"
Nalen looked ahead intently, and walked to the next table without hesitation.
What about reserved? !
A strong sense of being deceived swept Ilya's young heart.
The old prince noticed his youngest son approaching him and wondered, "Why are you here?"
Nalen, who was disgusted, sat silently next to Sells, staring at his father silently.
"Illya is too heavy, it's a bit crowded over there."
The old prince: "..." He was sure that his granddaughter was a little beauty of standard weight.
Sells changed his posture, propped one of his foreheads, and turned his body slightly to look at Nalen, looking quite relaxed.
—Even Naren couldn't relax so much in front of his own father.
He peeked over.
I thought, aren't you going to wait for someone
Sells smiled and said in a low voice, "Uncle told me many interesting things."
Nalen: "..." Interesting
A trace of doubt flashed in the gray-green eyes, and it was really impossible to imagine when the serious and majestic old father would be able to associate with these two words.
So he asked him with his eyes.
The latter only returned him a meaningful smile.
"..." Naren had mixed feelings.
The old prince's mood was more complicated.
The two young men in front of them actually made small movements under their own noses, and they exchanged glances and smiles, it's too unsteady for you to come and go!
He snorted coldly, and immediately saw his youngest son sitting upright with his eyes fixed on him.
"I still have something to do, let's stop here today." The old prince took out the terminal and said to Sells: "Add Weixin, and we will talk more later when we have time."
The two bowed their heads and exchanged contact information.
Nalen: "..." I don't know why, but suddenly my eyelids twitched a few times.
After adding, he thought that this short meeting was finally coming to an end, but unexpectedly, the old prince glanced at the time, calmly retracted the terminal, and continued: "You all participated in this hunting festival?"
Nalen replied, "Yes."
Sells was slightly surprised. He thought that he was the only one who participated in the competition for the first time, but he did not expect that Naren, who had not participated in the competition for two consecutive years, also signed up this time.
Naren said: "This year's hunting competition is in charge of me, and of course I want to cheer for myself."
— There seems to be some causal connection
"Hopefully we'll be on the same team," Sells said.
"Um."
Naren nodded approvingly on the surface, but he was actually thinking about how to operate in secret, and divided him and Sells into two teams. In this way, once his team wins the game, he can make various demands on Sells.
That must be very interesting...
Now that he met his father, he naturally wanted to go home with him.
Before leaving, Nalen took an excuse to go to the toilet and walked out halfway. After opening the communicator, I found that there were dozens of unread messages. After reading the whole article, he only came to one conclusion: people should not be judged by appearances, and under the dignified appearance of Sells hides a fragile and sensitive heart that urgently needs to be responded to.
Nalen sneered: Those who are obsessed with Sayers should really see how crazy their idol is!
Look closely, the timing of these messages being sent throughout.
He couldn't believe that the Imperial Marshal who sat across from him with a calm expression not long ago was actually doing such a thing behind his back!
[The two meet? You invited so many people, do you want to throw a dating party for me?]
He expected Sells not to reply, after all he was chatting with his father. Unexpectedly, what awaited him was not only a second reply, but also a violent bombardment.
[You came?]
[That group of people was just a coincidence.]
[If you mind, we can change the place.]
[Dony?]
[I have been waiting for you.]
Naren: "..."
His Royal Highness, who was overwhelmed by the news, blinked his eyes and was a little dumbfounded. The first thought that popped up was—how did Sears manage to talk and laugh happily in front of his father while holding the terminal like an Internet addicted youth? Flying fingers
He felt that what he knew about Sells before was really incomplete.
After picking up his mood, Naren entered another role of his own.
[Want to see me? Then show some sincerity.]
[Baby, what do you want?]
[Call me by my full name, thank you.]
[Donivar?]
[Yes.]
[…]
[I don't like the group of people who follow your ass, I want you to dump them now and come to see me.]
Knowing that Sells couldn't leave for a while, he still made rude demands. Nalen felt that this was very bad, and it ran counter to the years of education he had received. But... Now that he is wearing a fictitious identity, he can naturally be a little more willful. It was not Naren Sharvi who made Sells a headache and a dilemma.
[OK.]
Nalen: "..." Can this be answered in seconds
That's his father! The childhood nightmare of the younger generation in the aristocratic circle of the imperial capital!
Sells is so brave? !
Naren was shocked, but also admired.
After a long time of ups and downs, he finally sent another reply after deliberating.
[Oh, by the way, I especially don't like that short-haired man sitting at the table next to you!]
"Little uncle!" Illya's urging voice came, and Naren hurriedly put away the communicator and came out.
"A decent lady would never yell at the men's room," Naren said.
Ilya pursed her lips, her eyes filled with childlike contempt.
Naren: "Correct your attitude!"
Ilya snorted coldly: "You have completely lost my trust."
Nalen: "???"
Illya stuck out her tongue, made a face, turned and ran away.
Naren: "..."
After the prince, who was in a bad mood, returned from the bathroom, he saw Sells sitting opposite Jeff and talking.
From a distance, I couldn't see the specific situation clearly, but when I got in touch with the last message I sent, Naren once again lamented Sells' ability to act.
And all this for the sake of meeting "Dony"
Nalen frowned, and really couldn't understand why Sells had such a deep obsession with a man with a greasy beard.