Operation Red Book

"That's great. Cousin Vincent really cares about our family and Miss Ivy!" Dorian smiled brightly again and said happily to Count Waite.

"Miss Ivy must be tired from your trouble. Cousin Dorian, you should go see Mrs. Emerson first. After all, she was injured while trying to save you yesterday." Earl Waite smiled politely and opened the door of the room.

Dorian bit his lip, hesitated for a second, then happily bowed to Ivy and Count Waite and walked out of the room.

The moment Dorian walked out of the room, Count White looked at him for a second.

The moment the two green eyes intertwined, a fierce confrontation took place in the air. No one was willing to lose, and the smell of gunpowder filled the awkward air again.

Count White gently closed Ivy's door and sighed heavily at the door.

"Is Mrs. Emerson hurt? I'll go check it out too!" Ivy put the small table aside, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

Although Ivy wanted to continue getting along with Count Waite, she still felt a little shy because of their intimate behavior yesterday.

After all, in her previous school, she had at most only interacted with those stupid boys in the class who always thought they had the coolest muscles. Joshua was a transparent person, so he didn't count.

Besides, Mrs. Emerson was Ivy's big client after all. Since such a gentle and kind lady was injured, she should go and visit her. She borrowed Mrs. Emerson's guest room to rest for a whole night, and she should also thank her in person.

Finally, although I don't want to admit it, there are still many mysteries about Dorian that have not been explained, why is he hiding here, why did he kidnap Ivy to lure Joshua, and what exactly does he want to do.

As a demon who has lived for thousands of years, Dorian should know a lot about this world. There are still many secrets in the Red Book, and it needs an insider to explain them clearly.

"No, you don't have to go." Count Waite was shocked and hurried over to push Ivy back.

"Madam, you have someone from SCO to treat you. Dorian is your dearest lover after all, so it's good to have him take care of you. Just take care of your injuries."

Gentle words, a charming voice, and those bright, tender emerald eyes. Ivy looked at his handsome face and couldn't help but grinning again, letting him cover herself with the quilt.

Hearing Ivy's laughter, Count Waite also laughed softly and teased her: "You always laugh at me, did I accidentally put ink on my face?"

As soon as Count Waite said this, Ivy immediately realized her mistake. Her heart was pounding, her cheeks were burning, and the heat continued from head to toe.

Count Waite is suave, humorous, gentle and kind. The first time Ivy saw him, she was reminded of the movie "Anna Karenina" starring Keira Knightley.

The elegant Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Vronsky appeared before her eyes like a real person, and his handsome British face always haunted her dreams.

"Because..." Ivy uttered the syllables slowly, her lips trembling, and even her voice began to tremble.

Ivy really wanted to pour out her inner admiration for him. She wanted to express her girlish love and the impulse of youth to the Earl who had the most beautiful emerald eyes in the world.

A cool breeze blew in from the window, suddenly blocking the words that Ivy was about to say.

Her pupils suddenly tightened, and the whistling winter train seemed to pass by her ears, making a rumbling sound.

Anna Karenina's figure in black velvet also seemed to float before her eyes, her black afterimage obscuring her green eyes.

Looking at the man in front of her whose background she didn't know at all, Ivy suddenly felt that the distance between them became endless.

We don’t know his background, his past, or even his age. He is not as naive as Holmes, nor as humble as Moriarty.

Mingling with the upper class and being popular in social circles, there is nothing such a person cannot pretend. Perhaps he is really as Dorian said, at least not as simple as it seems now.

Ivy suddenly saw shrewdness and gloominess in those beautiful green eyes, and those emeralds sparkling with faint light were no longer so attractive.

Ivy felt as if she was splashed with cold water. Cold sweat broke out on her back. The coldness suppressed the heat and forced Ivy to calm down.

She lowered her eyes and opened her lips slightly: "Because, Lord Earl is very kind to me, I always regard you as my own brother."