Operation Red Book

"It is Count Vincent Waite, my mother's nephew and my cousin."

Dorian lowered his eyes and spoke, interrupting Ivy's memories.

"That's enough. Your face is as red as a roast chicken."

Dorian stood up dissatisfiedly and stomped his black boots heavily on the floor.

"Are you related to Count White?" Ivy asked, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Dorian was obviously different from the fear she had before.

"Ah, well, he's a distant relative, but my mother watched him grow up, and he often came to the manor to accompany my mother."

Dorian walked to the other side of the room with his hands behind his back, still criticizing Count Waite rudely.

"He is a very shrewd man. The people in the mansion and my mother like him very much. I often hear people praising him in social occasions outside. What is different from me is that he not only wins the admiration of women, but men also praise him generously when they mention him."

Dorian was facing the window, and Ivy couldn't see the expression on his face, but judging from what he had just said, Dorian must be extremely jealous of Count Waite.

Dorian's tactics are like a quail in a peacock's skin. They may work to please ladies, but if he meets men, everyone will be disgusted by his pretense and weakness.

Ivy couldn't help but bite her upper and lower lips tightly, lowered her head and tried to hold back her laughter. The ceiling seemed to have some attraction, the corners of Ivy's mouth were always raised towards her temples, and she couldn't suppress it no matter what she did.

"I've seen many people like him. He says one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes. He looks like a decent person, but secretly he might be a perpetrator of the seven deadly crimes. He is ten times more disgusting than that disgusting guy Asmodeus..."

There seemed to be a beam of light coming in from the door. Ivy looked up, then covered her hands and made a "cough cough" sound frantically.

Dorian raised his arms and faced the window, still nagging: "Don't be fooled by him. He is so clever, he must have done a lot of shady things and deals in private..."

"Dorian, you're here too?" A deep, magnetic voice sounded at the door, interrupting Dorian's personal attack which was getting better and better.

Dorian was stunned, and the slander that had not yet been spoken was stuck in his throat.

He put down his hand and turned stiffly. Count White was standing at the door with a tray of food in his hand, looking at Dorian with a smile on his face.

Count Waite's emerald green eyes met Dorian's olive eyes, colliding with a strong smell of burnt gunpowder.

Ivy lay down, trying to hold her breath as she watched the situation in front of her, fearing that she would get into trouble by accident.

"Good morning, cousin Vincent!"

Dorian smiled widely, revealing his sunny and cheerful appearance as a young man.

"I heard everything, cousin Dorian." Earl White responded with the same smile.

The same emotion was revealed in the eyes of both men, one obviously smirking, the other sneering.

Count Waite pushed the door open with his arm, walked slowly to Ivy, and placed the small table in his hand on the bed, just on both sides of Ivy's legs.

"Are your injuries feeling better? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Count White smiled at Ivy, gently pulled down Ivy's quilt with both hands, and carefully helped her sit up.

"Well, my wrist still hurts a little..."

Ivy's face became hot again. She stared straight into Count Waite's green eyes, blinked involuntarily, and grinned.

"Hmph, even Asmodeus would be impressed if he saw this." Dorian said darkly by the window.