The First Female Duke

Chapter 14

Edith looked at what was happening in front of her with dismay, not understanding how in a moment's time two teams were about to fight.

Looking at the teenager's exquisite side face, and then associating it with what he said before, Edith was suddenly blessed with surprise:

"You, you're not Young Master Clark, are you?"

The teenager's eyes were cold and he tsked impatiently, meaning, you just responded?

Edith: ......

Was this the "gentle, caring" brother Clark her mother had told her about?

Gentle and considerate? For the first time, Edith wondered about her mother's words; she didn't even recognize the word anymore.

The other man was the son of her mother's best friend, and in the spirit of making a big deal out of it, Edith looked over to Basset, who was drawing his sword next to her, and called out with a frown:

"Bassey ......"

Basse knew what Edith meant, and after a few hundred rounds of fighting the knight across from him with his eyes, he reluctantly withdrew his sword - the words of his young master certainly could not be disobeyed.

Edith turned to Bridges and smiled at him at his unexpected look.

"Sorry, I didn't recognize you earlier ......," she said softly as two light pearly swirls nestled in the corners of her mouth:

"Did you come to pick me up on purpose?"

The word "purposely" made the teenager's face darken, and he stiffened his handsome face, unable to be as vicious as he had been a moment ago at Edith's eye-catching smile, only to respond with a soft grunt from his nostrils after a long while.

Edith laughed softly inwardly, how twisted.

Next, the two pairs walked in eerie yet harmonious fashion through the main city of Canas - even if a moment before they were in a tense atmosphere, swords drawn and facing each other.

The group suddenly stopped and continued on their way, and naturally Penny, who was sitting in the back, sensed that someone seemed to have stopped them just a moment ago, and now, looking at the results, it didn't seem to look like they were here to pick a fight.

Kylie, however, looked nervous, but just now she saw the knight guarding the side show his weapon.

"Miss, what are those people? Will they do anything to ......"

Penny shook her head calmly, "No one, no matter what they are, would squarely clash with Willey's caravan on the streets of Canas City." Not to mention the fact that the car was carrying the young master of Targoyte.

Penny was well aware of that. Just as she had been reluctant to be Miss Willey's chaperone at first, but after being forced by her family but having to agree to it, she understood the meaning of class in this world much more acutely.

Villey was one of the eight marquises of Esdara, possessing one vote of resolution in the House, and was an absolutely unmissable existence even in the main city of Canas, so how could any nobleman pick a fight in the street?

-Weighing the pros and cons is a necessary lesson for nobles in this world since childhood.

The carriage drove smoothly into the gates of Luxembourg.

Edith's eyes flashed with shock as she looked at the towering, looming spires.

Luxembourg was a completely different style from Tagmart. If I had to describe it, it would be that while Tagmart was graceful and elegant, winning in its delicate design, Luxembourg was majestic and made sure to firmly grab your eyes at the first glance.

But Luxembourg again majestic, Edith also just more than a couple of eyes on the retraction of the eyes, in her heart, of course, her favorite is still Tagmart, where is her home, but from the back of the car down the Penny, cut the real froze for a moment.

Edith was taken into a warm embrace - a hug from Mrs. Clark.

She locked onto Edith at once among the people entering the door - the exquisitely beautiful face was so similar to Pollyanna's that Mrs. Clark's eyes instantly became wet, and with a cry of sweetness on her lips, she squeezed her own son out of the way and scooped Edith up into her arms.

Edith froze; this was a beautiful noblewoman, whose pampered life had made her look very young; was this her best friend, Aunt Jolene, as her mother had called her?

Edith could sense her genuine joy, so she softened her voice and called out good-naturedly:

"Aunt Jolene."

Mrs. Clark responded excitedly, covering her heart and looking overjoyed as she enthusiastically pulled Edith to sit on the couch - right next to her - and asked softly:

"My sweet, are you tired from the road, and are you hungry? Want something to eat?"

Edith revealed light pearly swirls and replied good-naturedly, "Not tired, a little hungry, all right."

Hearing Edith say she was hungry, Mrs. Clark turned her head and greeted the person next to her, "Leila, go tell the kitchen to make some dessert." Turning back to Edith she piled on another full smile.

--And from the beginning until now, Young Master Clark, who had been squeezed to the side, was ignored completely.

It was Edith who remembered and stole a glance in his direction, and ooh, this young master's handsome face was intimidating. She gently pulled Mrs. Clarke's sleeve and looked at the clear young man standing aside, deliberately saying:

"Aunt Jolene, this is the brother who came to pick me up just now."

Mrs. Clark let out an oh-so-subtle sound, then remembered her son, and she waved at Bridges.

"Come here son!"

Turning his head to Edith, he enthusiastically introduced, "This is my son, Bridges, as soon as he heard you were coming, he was overjoyed, and couldn't wait to pick you up just now, I couldn't even stop him."

Edith suddenly realized, "So it's like this!"

Happy and bad? This young master's face was so ugly when he came to pick her up at that time, his tone sounded like he was going to arrest her and send her to jail, and in the end, he almost didn't get into a fight with her people, and this is called being overjoyed?

Mrs. Clark said happily, "Yes, yes, Bridges has a very good temper, so let him take care of you more in Sofia from now on."

Edith: "How embarrassing this is ......"

He doesn't feel like he can take good care of people!

Mrs. Clark, "What's there to be ashamed of, just think of him as your brother ......" she frowned and changed her tone, "Oh no ...... anyway! , Bridges is a good considerate boy, he'd surely like to take good care of you."

Saying this as if seeking approval she looked to someone, "Right son?"

Master Clark: "......"

He seems to have awakened a new skill of Silence is Golden, and has a tendency to shut up to the end.

Mrs. Clark's voice rose in warning.

The scene was very quiet for a time, and at last Master Clark answered with difficulty.

Mrs. Clark looked back with satisfaction and said gently, "You see I was right!"

Edith kept her smile.

It was late in the evening, after a very nice dinner, that Mrs. Clark reluctantly let Edith go to rest, and she could have even dragged Edith into an all-night conversation, if not for a reminder from her maid, Leila.

Edith arrived at her room only to realize that it was furnished almost exactly as she had been in Tagmart.

Her two personal maids, Lexi, who was packing up her things and Mary, who was much closer to Edith and who always spoke when she had something to say, marveled at the moment, "It seems that Mrs. Clarke is really fond of the young lady!"

Edith smiled, the fact that her mother would let her live in Luxembourg for the next eight years meant that the Clarks were definitely trustworthy.

A face that was impatient in its coldness suddenly came to mind - Edith paused and mentally crossed out the name.

Oh, that young master doesn't count.

A little later, Mary changed her into her nightgown and Edith lay down on the bed, surprisingly finding that she couldn't sleep. Lexi, being more attentive, saw Edith roll over in bed, lifted the muslin curtain and called out softly, "Miss?"

Edith hmmm.

"Is the young lady recognizing the bed?" Edith sat up suddenly as she said, "Lexi, go find out where there is an open balcony here, I'm having a bit of trouble sleeping."

Li Xi of course will not persuade her not to go out in the middle of the night, Miss made a decision generally people can not be shaken, she just obediently helped Edith change her clothes, but also afraid that she was cold to give her a thin shawl.

However, they just came here, not familiar, Luxembourg and too big, away from the West to take her around half a day also did not find where the balcony, good in the castle corridor hanging a lot of old oil paintings, Edith a piece of the past actually think it is also interesting.

Edith was so mesmerized that she didn't notice someone standing next to her, and when she turned around after looking at them, she turned her head to meet a pair of dark and cold eyes - Young Master Clark was wearing his pajamas and was looking at her with no expression on his face.

Edith took a step back in shock, why was this man godawful.

"You ......"

Edith was just about to speak when she heard the young lord give her a sidelong glance and say idly:

"Are you going to stay up late at night, intending to stand here as a sconce?"

Good man, he opened his mouth in mockery.

Edith could barely hold back from rolling her eyes at him in a way that was not befitting of a nobleman's cultivation, and she grunted softly, her voice crisp and her words unceremonious:

"Young Master Clark isn't also standing here in a good mood." Meaning, you're not asleep either, so who are you to talk about me.

Bridges was not soft and hard back, which made him a little surprised, dark eyes swept up and down Edith twice, before in front of her mother to see her obedient and coquettish, thought it was a soft and temper, now look, this is the real face, right?

"Your good behavior during the day is all pretend." He spoke coldly.

"And what else? Do I need to tell Aunt Jolene exactly how you picked me up?"

Dark eyes narrowed, "Are you threatening me?"

Edith smiled sweetly, the pearly swirls on her cheeks bright and inviting, "That's only if Master Clark has something for me to threaten!"

She stood under the wall sconce, the warm yellow light hitting her face, lending a smile to her face.

Bridges stared at her with sullen eyes, but Edith met his gaze without fear, thinking to herself that in a previous life, a teenager wouldn't have had that kind of presence.

Young Master Clarke, clearly annoyed by her, grunted coldly from his nostrils:

"Don't talk to me in Sofia in the future."

Having acted like a young adult before, this humming word showed a hint of juvenility, and Edith lifted her chin slightly and glanced at him:

"Coincidentally, I happen to think so."

Eyes met, and both men interpreted a message from each other's looks - two looks at each other.

Very well.

Master Clark and Miss Willey exchanged glares, one turning to face left, the other twisting her head to the right, dropping the other without hesitation.

Both wondered as they returned to their rooms:

So annoying, don't want to see him/her again.

But apparently not, and the next morning they happily met at the dinner table, wide-eyed.

Mrs. Clark saw the two making eye contact, and thought they were making progress in their relationship, and said happily:

"It's Sophia's first day of school, why don't you send Edith along, son?"

Bridges' fork slipped slightly as he sliced his omelette, and he looked up as Edith turned her eyes over.

--Mrs. Clark smiled and gazed at her son.

After a long time, Master Clark grimaced handsomely and gave a hmmm.

Edith picked up the milk and used the glass to block the smile from her lips.

--It seems that this one is also used to being a good boy at home.

Sophia started school, and the campus was thoroughly bustling after a vacation, with various nobles' carriages parked in front of the entrance, which was spectacular to see at a glance.

The carriages were all inlaid with the family crest, which was very useful. Let's say, two carriages collide together, the road is not wide enough, can only let a carriage pass, then let who pass first? This is when the family crest comes into play, whoever has the biggest fist will pass first.

If the family crest carved on the carriage can not be recognized, that is even less to worry about, because the family crest of the degree of fame and the power of the family is positively correlated, can not be recognized, naturally can be a step ahead.

For the above reasons, Edith's road to Sophia was very smooth and unobstructed - because she and Bridges sat in the same carriage, which naturally had Clark's coat of arms engraved on the outside of the carriage, and the entire Estara fist was no more than one hand harder than Clark's, so of course, they had a smooth journey.

Most people noticed when Clarke's wagon went by - the road was clear of them.

Those who couldn't get through because of the blocked queue looked idly in that direction, knowing that usually it would be Master Clark getting out of the carriage, a couple of his little followers catching up with him, and then he'd ride the crowds of people slowly into the schoolyard - he'd always be the center of attention of the crowd.

Sure enough, the carriage stopped, the servant padded a pedal underneath, the door opened, and Master Clark ...... hmm? The crowd showed their surprise.

Because what came down from the carriage was actually a little girl wearing a skirt!

And the Bridges they knew so well was coming down after her, just grim and not in a good mood.

--Master Clark was actually traveling to school in the same carriage as a young girl, a suspected freshman, whom he had never seen before!

The crowd stared in disbelief.

Goodness gracious, this news is a bit of a bombshell!