The Happy Life of a Duchess

The middle-aged gentleman seemed to be stunned for a moment, facing Adele's smiling face, he didn't know how to react for a moment.

Fortunately, he was still the calm Mr. Duval, and he quickly regained his composure. His eyes drooped slightly and then raised, and all his emotions had been calmed down.

He looked at her with a smile, and nodded very seriously, as if discussing some serious national affairs:

"This is a serious question."

"Huh?" Adele lifted her chin, her smile was full of slyness, and she was curious to hear what kind of answer he could give.

"This is indeed a rough work." He looked at the pencil draft on the easel, and Adele followed his gaze. "Or as you said, it's just a draft."

Adele only thinks that the charm of this rough line draft is very good, and the degree of realism is quite high. There is no problem with the proportion of the lines of the characters in it. Although it is rough, it must be painted with oil paint after carefully sketching the lines into the line draft. It would also be a nice piece of work.

But maybe he has higher demands on himself. After all, his friend is a famous painter who is famous in the future, or maybe he simply accepted her joke just now. He seems to be somewhere between loss and silence. There seemed to be some kind of vaguely glimpsed strong emotion hidden in that strange introversion, but she couldn't understand it.

Adele couldn't help but wonder if she was joking too much, maybe he is a serious middle-aged gentleman, a figure like an elder, rather than a simple man who can allow her to do whatever she wants, she shouldn't make such jokes with him Maybe her laughing words hurt his self-esteem.

But on the other hand, she felt that as a mature politician and gentleman, he should not be angry and self-doubting just because of her words. He should be a very determined and determined person. Adele didn't understand him. , can only guess wildly.

His gaze then moved from the painting to her face, and his downcast eyes prevented her from seeing the truth in his eyes.

For a while, she couldn't see anything from his slightly trembling eyelids, she only felt that the fluttering eyelashes were thick and beautiful, and she couldn't imagine that this was a middle-aged gentleman in his 40s just by looking at his eyes.

"I'm afraid my painting skills can't even show a fraction of the truth and beauty."

"..." Adele couldn't help thinking embarrassingly, it was really rude of her to imagine his handsome appearance when he was self-effacing.

She desperately pulled her thoughts back, moved away from his trembling eyelashes, and fixed her eyes on his lips and the tip of his nose.

"It's a pity I don't know anything, but I'm sure you are as good a painter as you are a good gentleman."

He smiled, and the smile on his lips was not half hidden.

His eyes fell on her face again, and he smiled and said inexplicably:

"It would be great if you could like it."

"..."

Adele had a strange feeling. She looked at the other person, then at the scene, and finally nodded.

"Should we just stand and talk like this?" He smiled and said to her, "Maybe you will be willing to dance with me. I quite like this piece."

"Bach's piece?" Adele put her hand on his hand, and the other party led her hand into the dance floor.

Seeing that he finally entered the arena to dance, the people who were around here seemed to move away a little bit, and they all recognized the two of them.

Both Adele and Duval smiled and nodded to the men and women dancing together on the dance floor, looking harmonious and beautiful to each other.

He was tall and tall, and Adele was not short among girls, but there was still a gap between him and him.

She couldn't help but take advantage of the rhythm gradually entering the Chapter 1 verse, stepping slightly with her dance steps, and joking with him.

"I guess they're all here for you."

He just drank a little wine, and he smelled a little wine. When she raised her head and whispered, he just lowered her head, and when she chuckled, the smell of wine was intoxicating for some reason.

This coincidence made both of them stunned for a moment. She realized that they were too close, and slightly opened the distance. Duval also matched her rhythm knowingly, so that the two of them were not too close on the dance floor.

"Why can't it be because of you?" Mr. Duval replied with a smile as if he hadn't noticed the disturbance just now.

"For an attractive lady like you, the whole dance can't be stopped so that all the men present who have a crush on you can have a chance to dance with you. Of course, you don't have to pay too much attention to them, but you shouldn't So I doubt my own charm."

"Are you always like this?" Adele looked at him with a smile.

"The French have always been romantic and free. After all, we are not humorless guys over the strait. Besides, even God would approve of me telling the truth, so why didn't I say it?" Duval joked As expected, Adele was amused again.

Even though Britain will be strong for a long time in the future, at present, their great France is still the brightest pearl in Europe.

French is the most beautiful language in the world, and it is the must-have official language of European aristocrats, which cannot be compared with the rude English.

The conversation with Mr. Duval was very pleasant. The other party was an absolutely smart person. The conversation never crossed the line. It was appropriate and at the same time promoted mutual understanding.

No matter what, in the face of a pleasing handsome gentleman, Adele has always been able to maintain a happy mood. As long as the other party doesn't do anything disgusting, she can be sure that her favorability value for him must be high.

With the opening of the first dance, Duvall now had to continue socializing.

However, he did not dance all the time. After inviting two more high-status ladies to dance, he returned to his quiet corner and continued to paint.

And Adele also returned to the circle of wives, taking over Mariana's not-so-good but not-too-bad hand.

"Tell me, what kind of person is Mr. Duval?" Mariana didn't leave either. Although she pressed her to win a round or two for her, she used Mariana no matter if it was chips or other things. For her own, she didn't mean to pay back the money, Adele knew she was just curious.

Generally, as the host of the dance party, apart from the opening dance, they will not participate too much in the following dances, especially now that there is no shortage of male guests, and there are few female guests. Not only does Mr. Ang Li not have to go to the battle to gather the number of people There is no need for Mariana to dance when inviting female guests.

Just like just now, she didn't have to be busy all the time, but she also took a while to play cards with the ladies. Without other assistants, as a married hostess, she should focus more on maintaining good relations with the ladies. The contact matter above.

So she wasn't one of the ladies who could dance with Mr. Duvall, even though she hoped so much to get to know him.

"He's a good-natured gentleman." Adele smiled and praised a few words, and then picked up what she could say and revealed something.

"He introduced me to some of the local conditions and customs in C City, but it's not the same as ours here. Fortunately, he has adapted well, but Miss Duval, he is very worried..."

"It's natural to be worried about my daughter." Mrs. Castellana covered her lips, pretending to be sad, "When I saw Miss Duval before, she was fine, what a girl, unexpectedly... ..."

"It will get better." The other lady comforted, and everyone expressed their concern and blessings to Miss Duval.

"Hey, why did Mr. Armand hide in the rest area?" Adele swears, she just caught a glimpse and asked this question, but for some reason, it seemed to ignite the conversation of the wives all at once.

"Hey, isn't it?"

"Hahaha, I guess he must be extremely embarrassed now."

"You can't say that. Men always enjoy the feeling of being pursued by women."

"Is it the same as those women chasing after them?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Adele didn't answer, she was playing cards while digesting their words.

After listening for a long time, she finally understood that these ladies actually satirized the baroness again in a roundabout way, and even compared her side by side with those courtesans who lived by serving several men.

Adele felt extremely awkward. You must know that the Baroness had no other scandals before. She is a very pure lady, but her "pursuit" of Mr. Armand during the whole ball was too much——

She even tried to force him to invite her to the third dance, but he had no intention of marrying her, so he had to hide in the rest area, eat something non-stop, and pretend to be very busy.

"But, she's not..."

Adele spoke with some hesitation, and this hesitation was immediately caught by the wives who looked like human beings.

Mrs. Castellana took the lead, she was in the right mood, she just smiled and hugged her.

"Honey, she's not with us..."

"We don't have a relative who makes a fortune by selling his daughter to be a mistress."

The author has something to say:

Explanation: I have no prejudice against Britain and France, English and French. The content in this article is only a hypothetical ridicule based on the relationship between Britain and France, based on the perspective of the heroine. ps Adele is orthodox French before and after crossing x

Duval: I quietly prepared a surprise_(:з」∠)_

Adele: But I'm still eating melons x