The transparent sunlight gathered in the woman's blue eyes. In front of this enthusiastic audience, Russell Junior felt strangely thirsty.
He took a sip of whiskey on the rocks and, raising the atmosphere, opened his mouth.
"Edgar was already on the verge of passing out.""It was obviously a lie."
No way. Would Edgar have done that? But, you know, in a den without a tiger, the fox is king.
Russell Junior rolled up his sleeves, flexing his muscular forearms with bulging tendons, and lowered his voice while stroking his chin.
"I noticed that the breathing is irregular." The eyes were softened. I think it's over."So what?""I could have cornered them and sent them away in one blow." Of all times."Why specifically?"Olivia Blanchett's eyes widened.
"The shoelaces are coming undone." Ahaha!"Oh my." That's right."Life is a joke played by God." That guy Edgar probably wanted to kiss my shoelaces. Ahaha!Russell Junior laughed cheerfully. Olivia Blanchett also burst into laughter.
It was then that I heard a snicker, a laugh close to a sneer, from behind me.
The smile on Russell Junior's face, which had been directed upwards towards Olivia Blanchett's head, gradually began to fade and soon became stiff.
“……."Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?"
The puzzled Olivia Blanchett slowly turned her head.
A man wearing a navy blue top and white pants, with a boater hat on his head, was walking towards me. The sound of the man's footsteps, who was coming this way with a lazy gait and one hand in his pocket, was cheerful.
“Edgar?"Startled Olivia Blanchett called his name." At the same time, Russell Junior turned pale.
Pathetic guy.
Edgar's gaze looking down at Russell Junior was like that.
The fox, who was boldly showing off in a den without a tiger, quickly averted his gaze like Russell Junior tucking in his tail.
"It's been a while." Russell Junior."Uh, uh." Okay.Where did the bravado from earlier go? Ed chuckled at the way he stumbled over his words, seemingly forgetting that he was in front of a lady.
Since the truth of that day cannot be confirmed for now, it was a perfect topic to entice the woman in front of me. Especially if the woman is deeply into tennis.
Edgar placed his hand on the back of the chair where Russell Junior was sitting. He slowly bent his upper body while supporting himself on the table with his other hand. Russell Junior flinched and curled up his large frame.
"Why the shoelaces."
Edgar whispered as if to the ear.
"Keep going." Russell Junior.The softly spoken voice seeped into the midday sunlight. The loud shouts of the rowing athletes gradually faded away.
"Why did it get quiet?"Edgar smiled and firmly grasped Russell Junior's shoulder with the hand that was holding the backrest.
"Suddenly you don't remember?""Ah, no."He wiggled his hips to get up from his seat. Edgar gripped tightly. Ugh, Russell Junior let out a groan.
"Then tell me." It seems a bit different from my memory.Edgar tilted his head and glanced at Olivia Blanchett. Edgar, faced with the sharp eyes, let go of his shoulders. Russell Junior jumped up.
"Your father is looking for you." I forgot.Russell Junior gathered his belongings. Startled Olivia Blanchett briefly glanced at Edgar and then asked Russell Junior.
"What about the meal?" Coach."It's a coach."
At Olivia Blanchett's polite words, Edgar's lips curled up in a crooked smile.
Even if he looks fine, he's still an idiot.
"Ah, I'm sorry." I have to go first. See you next time. Edgar.Russell Junior, urgently tucking his hat under his arm and carrying his racket bag, quickly exited the deck.
"You have gone too far.""Olivia Blanchett said as if scolding."
Edgar, who was seated, took off his coat and placed it on the chair while smiling.
"Why are you listening to such nonsense?""It's fun.""I didn't send you to go on a date.""I was managing my physical condition.""With whiskey?""There was a hint of laughter in Edgar's eyes."
"Ah, that's the coach's."The conversation was briefly interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the deck. The staff placed a large cooking plate on the table.
Olivia Blanchett cut the white flesh fish into small pieces and put it in her mouth to chew. Edgar, holding a glass of white wine in one hand, rested his chin loosely.
"So. How is practice going with the coach?"Of course." Rather than when doing it with the wall.Edgar's low laughter scattered in the breeze. The hair of the woman smiling at me lightly fluttered.
Olivia Blanchett tucked her hair behind her ear with her white hand. The nape of the neck exposed beneath the earlobe looked particularly white.
As a result, the veins that appeared transparent stood out. Edgar's gaze strangely stimulated the nerves and stopped on the fluttering blue veins.
It was when Olivia Blanchett was cutting the sea bass into small pieces that her eyes met his as his gaze began to move again.
A moment of silence passed.
In a world filled with deep green foliage, it seemed that only two people existed, and Olivia Blanchett felt suffocated.
The skin, tanned moderately by the sun, looked strong. Under the slender and firm jawline. A white shirt with a faint blue hue.
Between the one or two unbuttoned collar buttons, the bulging Adam's apple wriggled. The sharp nose was complemented by mysterious gray eyes mixed with a pale blue hue.
"Did you fall for me again?"Edgar smiled slyly.
"Who saw it first?""Olivia Blanchett said coyly as she ran away over the bass."
Without a doubt, the cheeks that had turned red were being brightly illuminated by the afternoon sunlight.
Embarrassed Olivia Blanchett only cut up the innocent fish flesh.
Edgar was pleased with such a reaction.
The cards used and discarded in this tournament were extremely satisfying.
"I came to deliver this."Edgar took out an envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket after seeing Olivia Blanchett's face find its color. Olivia Blanchett stared at it intently.
"Open it."Olivia Blanchett picked it up after putting down the cutlery. Olivia Blanchett furrowed her brow as she unfolded the documents inside.
"Things like this.""There were three or four more sheets of paper that I hadn't checked attached, but as she folded them neatly and put them into the envelope, she said.
"I don't think it's necessary.""These are the players who would have won if Anne Boleyn had not been a princess." Knowing their play will be helpful.Edgar continued speaking as he tilted the wine bottle into the empty glass.
"I want my player to win.""This is cowardly.""Cowardly..."It was a word that was difficult for Edgar to comprehend.
"Their playing style has already been exposed through several tournaments." It means that each person understands everything about the other. Olivia Blanchett, except for you."It meant that there was no need to make a fuss over such trivial information."
"They don't know my style either."Edgar chuckled. It was a stubbornness that was hard to understand, but he decided to step back at this point.
I liked the brightly shining blue eyes.
Perhaps it is because she is in contrast to Anne Boleyn, who selectively attacks the weaknesses of others as if analyzing them.
"That's right." Do as you wish."As long as you meet expectations." Edgar nodded readily.
Only then did the woman smile. The sunlight gathered at the beautifully shaped tips of the lips. Edgar's gaze was calm as he looked at the dazzling sparkle.
The meal ended only after Olivia Blanchett had neatly cleared her plate.
Edgar signed the checkbook that the employee brought the invoice. The thick tendons bulged on the wrist hardened by tennis.
The sound of scratching filled the air as the fountain pen moved, and the light reflected off the gold decoration slid over the wristwatch.
It was a classic and luxurious watch. No wonder it felt familiar.
Olivia Blanchett's gaze reached the blue dial within the round octagonal frame.
"Patex."Olivia Blanchett read the brand name absentmindedly. I feel like I've heard that somewhere.
She gazed at the mast of the yacht swaying in the distance in the wind, lost in thought.
It was frustrating, as if I knew but couldn't quite grasp it, and I couldn't readily remember.
"Let's stop and go.""It was after Olivia Blanchett turned around and met the pale gray eyes that she realized what it was." Those eyes remind me of Yohan.
"Ah!"Olivia Blanchett let out a brief sigh and stood there in a daze, overwhelmed by confusion.
“Olivia Blanchett."No sound could be heard in her ears, which were lost in thought."
Patek Philippe New Watch. It was a gift chosen by Olivia Blanchett to celebrate Yohan Leopold's twenty-eighth birthday.
And soon the 'Patek New Watch' was scheduled to be delivered on Yohan Leopold's birthday.
The engagement of Yohan Leopold and Irene de Krantz was officially announced at Princess Catherine's birthday ball.
The picture of the two people dancing the waltz created a convincing scene that was enough to make them look like affectionate lovers.
The princess was exquisitely elegant, and the Duke could not have been more splendid.
"Why didn't you give me a hint earlier?"The Margaret sisters, who had been waiting for the dance piece to end, surrounded Yohan.
"What does it matter?" Sister. It's good to hear some good news. Don't do that, Yohan."Still, you should have given a hint." I almost offended Miss Josephine. I said I would attend today. It seems like she didn't come, right, sister?The lively music blended with the nagging of the Margaret sisters. I don't know who Josephine is, but Yohan eagerly awaited the end of this topic.
"This time, I hope you will meet our expectations." Yohan."With a deliberately stern expression, Margaret Marchioness urged." Yohan nodded moderately and then slowly made his way out of the crowd.
As Yohan was heading towards the terrace, passing through the dance hall where the waltz was in full swing, he caught a glimpse of Princess Krantz talking with Christian alongside Catherine on the opposite side. He turned his head indifferently and went outside.
Yohan lightly shook his wrist to check the time. He squinted slightly, took out a cigarette and loosely placed it on his lips, then searched for matches in his inner pocket.
"Here."Mikhail, who followed behind, held up a match. Yohan lowered his head towards the fire.
The cigarette glow shone brightly between his slender fingers as it faded, and Yohan lifted his head.
