What to do if your crush is the Earl

"Rose? Who sent it?"

"Miss Julis," replied the maid.

Martin looked down at the beautifully packaged bunch of delicate roses, dark blue with a little purple lace, which was a specialty of the Misa coast in Africa.

He hooked his lips and smiled, his face under the curly blond hair was handsome and generous: "She has a heart."

Martin straightened his tie: "I'm going out, but you tell her—" He paused for a moment, with an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth, "I accepted Friday's invitation."

"Okay, sir."

Martin came to the writer's bookstore.

Here are the most famous writers and writers in the whole city, and it is also a gathering place for a group of future outstanding minds.

Exchange inspiration, listen to other people's manuscripts, and propose revisions.

Martin was always the most sought after one.

A genius writer who has been a blockbuster since he published his first novel at the age of 19, he is known as the man who emptied the Inspiration Daily.

He is personable and extravagant, and a few words for newcomers can often enlighten people.New people always like to go to him.

The editor-in-chief of Inspiration Daily is already an "old friend" of Martin.Looking at the newcomers surrounding Martin, he couldn't help sighing: "Sade is still so popular."

"But he's still a bachelor." Others teased.

"He has a lot of romantic lovers behind his back." The editor-in-chief smiled.

"for example?"

"This week probably, Jane Julis?"

Dinners, champagne, a late carriage, women, or an affair Friday.It's Martin's usual routine.

This week is certainly no exception.

"Lis~"

Martin is always eclectic in naming people, especially when he is emotional.

"Odin..." the woman called out in a daze.

"Don't call me by that name, dear~" The man lowered his head and kissed the woman's forehead, "Call me like they do."

"Ma... Ding"

"Well, that's right."

The curtain floats, and the rosemary is lingering.

……

Suburban manor.

The man in a slim suit and vest squatted down and sprinkled some food into the cat bowl.

The fat big white cat in the cat house heard the sound, let out a long cry, and walked over with cat steps.

"Buddy," the man said to the cat, "he didn't come back tonight."