Operation Red Book

On Monday, Mrs. Emerson's wonderful day started in the morning.

It was her birthday, and the sun shone through the glass windows, casting a rainbow of light on the pine floors.

The god in charge of the weather seemed to be celebrating for her as the temperature today was just right, not too hot nor too cold and humid.

Mrs. Emerson felt that her bed had never been so comfortable. She stretched out happily in the quilt and let out a comfortable moan.

A few bird calls were heard outside the window, and the leaves blown by the wind formed a slow sonata in harmony with them.

Waking up in the morning to listen to a sonata is the treatment for a royal princess. Is this Dorian's special arrangement?

Dorian started preparing for today's birthday party a month ago, and his wife knew everything, which made her feel a little bit excited.

The "click" sound of unlocking the door completely woke Mrs. Emerson up. Several maids came in. They looked very happy, and Mrs. Emerson was also in high spirits.

"Happy birthday, mother!"

Dorian came in carrying a large wooden tray with a classic English breakfast on it.

"Brother Andrew told you yesterday to have your meal in bed today."

The maids moved at the sound and helped Mrs. Emerson to lie half-way on the bed. Dorian took the opportunity to place the small dining table beside Mrs. Emerson's legs.

On the large porcelain plate in the middle was a piece of bacon, a sausage, some baked beans, a slice of roasted tomato, and a fried egg in the middle.

The food was pretty standard and cut into bite-sized portions.

Mrs. Emerson was the first to laugh at the fried egg placed in the middle.

The fried eggs were arranged in the shape of a heart, the white egg whites were sprinkled with black pepper and chopped parsley, and in the yellow circle there was a line of English written in ketchup: I LOVE YOU MOM.

Dorian brought another steaming cup of latte, which was not full, with only a small portion left at the bottom of the cup.

He picked up the pointed-mouthed teacup beside him, which was filled with white, delicate milk foam.

"Mother, do you like hearts or flowers?" Dorian asked softly with a smile.

"I like flowers...oh no, hearts...oh no, flowers?"

"Why not some of both?"

Dorian shook the container in his hand and mixed the two together neatly.

The coffee and milk foam blended together, and the aroma of latte quickly filled the room.

There seemed to be some magic in Dorian's wrist. He just gently rotated and moved it, and a lifelike rose appeared in front of the lady.

"Bravo!"

It wasn't over yet, Dorian shook the milk foam in his hand again and tapped the latte a few times.

With just a few strokes, the rose is still the same rose, but a heart shape appears out of thin air in the background, which not only retains the original appearance of the rose, but also adds a little charm.

Some long leaves are added around the heart-shaped rose, making it look like a beautiful painting.

"Thank you, baby! You really put so much thought into this!"

Mrs. Emerson chuckled, picked up her silver knife and fork and cleared away the food in front of her, but unfortunately the carefully prepared cup of coffee and fried eggs were not eaten.

In the lady's own words, she was reluctant to eat it because it was filled with Dorian's love.

Dorian was a little confused by the fact that the food was not eaten.

After Mrs. Emerson finished her meal, the maids dressed her up. She was in a good mood and hummed a cheerful tune while applying perfume.

Dorian put on his equestrian gear and met Ivy on the lawn in front of the mansion. He waited patiently for a long time.

"Hey, here we come!"

The girls' laughter could be heard in the distance, like the tinkling of springs.

Ivy and the freckled girl were walking slowly towards this side, leading a dark-brown horse. She was dressed simply, just like usual.

Her waterfall-like black hair was still draped over her waist, and she wore a straw hat on her head, the same style as the freckled girl's. Both were tied with green ribbons and pinned with a string of white lily of the valley.

The sky was blue, the grass was turning green, and the whole scene was as beautiful as a Monet painting, which made Dorian feel a little dazed.

Except for one spoiler - on the horses the girls were leading sat an oriental man in a white robe.

The man's face was incredibly beautiful, his skin was as white and delicate as lime, and his features were as exquisite as stone carvings.

Dorian lived for more than two thousand years and traveled to various Western countries. After much thought, he felt that only Greek art statues could be compared with it, but this could not cover up the dangerous factors released in the air.

"Who is he?"

Dorian quickly pulled Ivy aside. He spoke in a low voice, his pupils slightly red, and his face alert. He felt threatened.

It’s not because of his exquisitely carved face or his extraordinary image, but because he is not a human being.

"I smelled a disgusting stench of corpses mixed with the smell of horses."