Operation Red Book

"Miss, can I ask you to dance with me?"

Ivy had just put a piece of caramel pudding in her mouth.

"I'm sorry, I can't dance. My foot is injured and I can't stand for long."

Ivy used a set of excuses to turn down four or five gentlemen who came to invite her to dance.

"Ivy, I'm really sorry."

Joshua appeared in front of her without her knowing.

Ivy pretended not to see him and continued to eat the exquisite dessert on the table sideways.

"Student Ivy, Ivy..."

"Enough, what do you want to apologize for?" Ivy interrupted his chattering impatiently.

Joshua twisted his fingers around the corner of his clothes, and because of the thick-framed glasses, Ivy couldn't see the emotions in his eyes.

"I apologize to you for not paying you to dance with me."

"Damn it, Joshua!"

Ivy was so angry that she swore and stood up from her chair angrily.

Ivy's actions attracted the attention of a small number of people, and Holmes immediately said to Moriarty excitedly: "See, I said she wouldn't be gentle for long."

"I'm angry because you treat me like a tool. I want someone to invite me to the dance sincerely, not just to avoid embarrassment like you do!"

Joshua's breath got stuck in his throat, making a crackling sound.

"I have one last word with you. The Red Book asked me to remind you to pay attention to the interweaving of water and fire, and be wary of the demons crawling up from hell. Then, don't talk to me anymore. I don't want to see you!"

Ivy glared at him angrily, turned and walked towards the lace side table with desserts in the distance, leaving Joshua alone leaning weakly on the back of the chair.

She cut a piece of bakewell sprinkled with almonds and ate it angrily standing at the table.

"My beautiful lady, would you like to share a glass of champagne with me?"

"No, I just want some water."

"Miss, would you do me the honor of dancing a waltz with me?"

"No reward, I want dessert."

"You naughty little devil! Aren't there any balls in China? Why do you have to come to the great Duchess's ball?"

The man, who was rejected repeatedly, became angry, burped, and started cursing at Ivy.

"You are just a Hooker who sneaked in from China. Do you know who I am?"

Ivy put down the dessert, took a deep breath, straightened herself and was about to be scolded.

"Baron Collins, you seem a little drunk. Let Will take you down to sober up."

Ivy had just uttered one syllable when a deep, magnetic London accent came from behind her, drowning out her voice.

Ivy widened his eyes in surprise, he was very familiar with the voice - it was Count Waite, the elegant and handsome Count.

Count Waite, with a polite smile, grabbed the man's hand holding the champagne.

"Who are you? How dare you call me by my name? Who is Will? Get him out!"

The man tried to shake off Count Waite's hand, but even with all his strength, the champagne in the bottle only trembled slightly.

A tall and strong servant in uniform came over and grabbed the man's hand for Count White. He exerted a little force and the man began to scream.

"Count Vincent Waite, leave it to me. I'm sorry for giving you a bad experience at the ball."

"sorry to bother you."

Count Waite walked slowly to Ivy's side with his hands behind his back. After responding, he and Ivy watched the burly man leave, twisting the man's hand.

It seems that Count White is very familiar with the servants in the mansion. Ivy kept a straight face, but she couldn't help but speculate in her heart.

"Thank you, Lord Earl."

Ivy looked up at Waite's emerald green eyes and thanked him with a smile.

"You're not going to dance?"

Count Waite looked at the people dancing gracefully on the dance floor, then turned and looked at Ivy.

Ivy shook her head and continued to pick up the desserts on the table, saying, "I just want to eat all the desserts on the table. It would be better if no one disturbs me."

Count White smiled, suddenly leaned closer to Ivy's face, and reached out to pick off the almond slices stuck on Ivy's lips.

The handsome face that suddenly approached made Ivy suddenly at a loss. The cold fingers touched her lips. Her heart gradually slowed down, then gradually speeded up, until the rippling blush climbed up Ivy's cheeks again.

"Hmm? Eh? Nani?"

Ivy wondered in her heart, is there something so ambiguous between us?

She dodged back, blinked, lowered her head and bit her lower lip.

"I know a place where no one will bother me. It's behind this curtain."

Count Waite pointed to the purple curtains behind Ivy.