The Noble Heir's Maid Bride

“Will, what are you looking at?” his companion, Ethan, asked. Noticing Will’s enigmatic smile, Ethan followed his gaze and, seeing the charming young maid, gave a knowing smile. “Oh, so you’re not here just to investigate the secret of the Cristina perfume? Shouldn’t you be focusing your discerning eyes on Miss Cristina, or… have you found a new prey?” Will shook the wine glass in his hand, his voice carrying a French elegance. “I have two passions: dégustation des vins and dompter la beauté!”—sampling the finest wines and taming the proudest beauties! He lifted his chin, his face handsomely wild, a striking blend of European depth and Eastern elegance. “Oh?” Ethan looked at the masked maid. “So, you think she’s more captivating than Miss Cristina?” Seeing Will's assuredness, Ethan began to scrutinize the young maid himself. “Hm, nice figure!” His gaze abruptly fixed on a particular part of the maid, and he meaningfully extended three fingers. “At least this much.” Will dismissively shook his head and smiled, extending four fingers in response. Annieie, oblivious to their conversation, hurriedly touched her face. The mask was still on, and she was dressed in a plain black maid outfit with white lace—an entirely ordinary appearance for a maid. Why were they looking at her like that? Annieoyed, she decided to ignore the two rude men and continued with her tasks. However, as she bent over, her white apron accentuated her full figure even more clearly… After a moment, the man rose from the sofa and elegantly crossed the hall. The ladies' gazes followed him, hoping to be favored by the handsome gentleman, even if just for a single night… Until he stood in front of the young maid, causing everyone to gasp! “Oh my God, he’s actually walking over there!” “I can’t believe it. Even with Cristina’s pretentious airs, her maid is just as alluring. How infuriating!” In a room full of socialites, he walked towards a maid? Annieie didn’t hear the whispered criticisms as she poured wine into a glass from the cart. A tall shadow fell over her, and a man’s voice said, “Could I have a glass of that?” Without thinking, she handed him a glass. But when she looked up, she met a pair of deep purple eyes. Annieie froze. It was him? The man was tall, his handsome face exuding a strong foreign charm. He noticed the maid’s astonished gaze, his amethyst-like eyes softening with a smile. “Thank you.” He took the wine glass, but his hand brushed over Annieie’s hand… Though she wore a mask, her large, bright eyes shone with an unyielding light, beautiful and strong. —It was these resolute eyes that drew him in. He saw in her a beautiful, proud white peacock, forever unwilling to bow its head! “You have the most beautiful eyes in the world. Do you mind if I admire your face?” His voice was low and intimate, his fingers gently caressing her hand, his gaze lingering suggestively on her masked face… It was a very gentlemanly and subtle flirtation, but he was clearly more interested in admiring her body. To see if it matched the beauty of her eyes. The unfamiliar warmth of his hand made Annieie frown. She tried to withdraw her hand, but he tightened his grip! This man was strong! “…” Her eyes widened in disbelief. Not only was he rudely staring at her, but now he was openly flirting with her in front of everyone?! Her dislike for him grew stronger. She carefully watched his hand and calmly said, “Sir, please respect yourself. Let go.” Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough for those around to hear, and people began to turn their heads. On the stage, the princess of the evening, Cristina, also noticed the scene below. Her sweet smile faltered, and her gaze became accusatory… Will paused, realizing this woman was deliberately trying to make him back off. A faint, mocking smile appeared on his lips, as if amused by her ignorance and lack of appreciation. “You’re too sensitive!” He smirked suggestively, “I simply found your eyes beautiful and wanted to look at them a bit more.” With that, the surrounding socialites breathed a collective sigh of relief. “So that’s what it was…” “I knew a gentleman of his stature wouldn’t be interested in a servant.” … He was even better at acting than Cristina! Annieie cursed silently but had to admit, he was a very charming man. His hair was brown, styled back like a European gentleman, revealing a handsome face, and his every movement exuded a captivating aristocratic charm! Such a man must be a temptation for women! Except for her. Because she already had her own challenges. Annieie yanked her hand away forcefully, causing the wine in the glass to spill onto his expensive sleeve…