Isabel chose to run away, realizing that if she stayed like this, she would definitely do something stupid that she didn't expect.

She took a step outside the living room and there seemed to be no end in sight.

The winter wind whistled on her cheeks, as well as her slender bare arms.

She stopped and crouched in front of a pool of water, which reflected her face clearly, and she looked at her other self in her eyes with grief and sadness, how cheerful and lively the former Isabel who was far away in the manor country!

Her stomach was growling with hunger, and she couldn't bear her current life.

How will she confess her inner feelings to Alan?

But even if she confessed, she knew that the word she was waiting for must be - a cruel refusal.

So, she would rather starve to death than go back to that golden living room to witness the sweet talk between Ellen and Julia.

The wind between heaven and earth made her feet tingle in winter.

She felt herself heading into an ice cellar alone, and the icy wind hit her like a bucket of frozen water that had been spilled out, and when it fell, it was dense like a thorn on a needle felt.

The chill hit her body and mind, her limbs were full of bones, and she could feel her arrogance.

She still couldn't make it to the end—with the thought of simply freezing herself to death, or relieving her of the pain, or at least letting her lie on a sickbed with a cold, so that she didn't have to be conscious and realize how unfit she was for the tasks of the manor.

She strained herself to support the purple-colored muscles of her calves, and stepped forward, her starving head making her walk savage and bold.

Isabel ran to the tall green grapefruit tree, her thoughts were confused, her limbs were moving, but she was about to reach out and use the pole beside the trunk to "pluck" the plump and golden grapefruit.

Yuzu's butt was hit by a pole in Isabel's hand and immediately fell off.

Her feet slipped now, and she didn't pay attention, so her skirt was hung by the branches that were pressed down.

It almost scratched her tender skin.

With a "bang", her eyes went dark, and she fell to the ground, and the baby who was like a croaking baby suddenly began to cry.

Her skirt was torn wide, revealing her beautiful torso that she didn't want anyone to see.

Now, she's in a state of embarrassment.

The rod propped her up.

There were red scars and blood stains on his knees and inner thighs.

The large piece of black green made her hate it so much that she couldn't move a step forward at all.

Isabel sat on the ground, grieved in vain, helpless and lonely.

She wrapped her arms around the golden grapefruit and smiled.

The scent of grapefruit was all over her body, and there was a little golden sweat from the grapefruit peel that stuck to her cheeks.

The bitter smell came to her eyes.

Isabel clamped the ends of the grapefruit peel with both hands like two large crab pincers, and for the first time, she succeeded in peeling off the grapefruit peel with skill, and what remained in the thick layer of snow-white skin was the fragrant and ripe flesh.

The alluring mist emanating from the grapefruit peel is simply a light in this winter.

The hazy mist dispersed and thousands of flowers rushed into Isabel's pink lips and teeth, a touch of warm sweetness, very refreshing!

In an instant, Isabel's eyes lit up.

She seemed to see a rainbow in the mist.

Bruce – How did he get here?

Bruce. Chesterton rode a snow-white horse, tall and handsome, matching his size.

As soon as she saw the stout hooves, she felt as if she had seen him himself.

Bruce appeared in front of her in high spirits and cool.

The horse gazed at her carefully, just as its burly and stern master was.

How could he have cleverly parked himself and the horse in such a small fence?

Isabelle...... How could it be? ”

It seems that every time I see her, it is either where there are flowers or where there is grass.

He couldn't help but feel distress on his face, and he calmly dismounted, and put the horse on the trunk of the grapefruit tree that was one story high.

He personally bent down and helped her onto the horse.

She kicked her feet, and her weak body fell softly like a pile of cotton wool on the horse's back.

Tears flickered under her eyes, hazy and scattered in the wind.

In the light smoke of the rain and mist, he took the reins of the horses and bent down on his knees in the fenced field where a group of grapefruit trees was planted.

The sun fell on their faces.

Once again, they returned to the inner house of Chesterton Manor.

Isabel was overwhelmed.

Bruce picked her up and dismounted.

She shyly burrowed into the breeze, and the winter cold made her stumble.

Alan came—looking at the two men who were snuggling up to each other meaningfully, and somehow, when Isabel realized it, she was resting her hands on Uncle Allen's broad chest.

His soft hair is really like the sunlight that passes through the cold rain and mist, turning over the gouache color like a rainbow.

She peeked at Alan, who had easily returned his gaze to his uncle Bruce.

"What's wrong with you...... Okay? Bruce got up and put her down, and Isabel lay down on the soft bed, and he rummaged through the cupboard for a long time before he found some plasters for bruises.

Bruce looked at Isabel tenderly, and he rubbed the yarn of her dress with his broad palm, subconsciously forgetting to glance at her snow-white and tender skin.

Isabel squirmed in her throat.

But her heart quickly calmed down.

Suddenly, she inexplicably developed a kind affection for Bruce, which was different from that of Ellen, like a trickle, slowly flowing into her heart.

"Does it hurt?" Bruce dipped a cotton swab in some red iodine-containing potion, and his fingers skilfully and relaxedly landed on every inch of skin, wiping it a little.

Isabel held her breath unconsciously, and she noticed that the tips of Bruce's fingers gave her a rough touch compared to the others, and she wondered if it was due to painting or something else, and she had accumulated scabs over time.

Bruce stopped what he was doing, and suddenly paused.

Frightened by this strange move, Isabel relaxed and realized that she was overreacting, because the room was in the middle of nowhere, above the attic, a small spider slid down from the top of the pillars with a hanging line.

The pillars had not seen sunlight all day long, and had accumulated a lot of dust.

"You're too frightened, you're just a little spider, my Miss Isabel."

"My Isabel......" Isabel muttered, forgetting the pain and struggle in her legs.

By the time he returned, Bruce had done all the steps, and the pure white gauze was naturally wrapped around her calf next to her knee through his hand.

Isabel clearly sensed that it seemed that Bruce always liked to joke with herself, but this joke, she always felt that it was not the lightness and playfulness that he had on the surface.

"It's only been half an hour, by the way, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"

"Do you have something to do, in a moment?" Isabel looked at Bruce straightening his clothes, one hand pressing the clock with the second hand on the other.

"Isabel, after a while, I'll ask the maid to prepare some breakfast for you, be careful not to let the wound touch the water, and eat ...... Naturally, I should also pay attention to the fact that I still have something to do, and I won't be back until about three or four o'clock in the afternoon. ”

Bruce explained, "If Eren is here, he won't make it difficult for you, don't worry." ”

"You found out too?" Isabel leaned forward excitedly, "He was indifferent to me, and he passed in front of us like no one in his eyes. ”

"It's not difficult, but if I make a mistake, will he seize the opportunity...... As you say it's difficult, I know she doesn't like me, and even hates me, so why should I hope that he will have a liking for me? ”

"Now his attitude towards me, a very humble maid, is at least like this."

Isabel twisted her head to the side in frustration, her hands clutching at the corner of the quilt.

"Isabelle, isn't there anything else you came to this manor for besides my nephew Alan?" Bruce understated, then put on the windproof cloak on the table and turned straight out the door.

Isabel was a little frantic in the face of Bruce's understatement, why did she feel a little annoyed and angry when she heard this?

Could it be that in everyone's eyes, even in the eyes of Bruce and Allen, my purpose and intent are so obvious?

Compared to Julia, I didn't do anything!

Not to mention...... I didn't even get a chance to get close to Allen.

In this way, I am indeed too extreme, in the face of Allen's behavior of ignoring him, he turned his head and ran out of the living room angrily, and stayed alone in the windy fence on all sides, for him, I could not eat all morning, and I resolutely endured the torment of the cold.

But why did Eren happen to "meet" with me and Bruce?

Could it be that he is also here to "steal" the golden, plump ripe oranges in the fence field?

Seriously...... Come to think of it, that sweetness is still fragrant.

Isabel smiled smirked...... Fascinated by the fact that Alan came to "visit" her sun-shining, blonde hair and blue eyes outside the fence at that time.

The blonde hair was soft as silk, locks and slightly curled.

Deep eyes, handsome and straight nose.

The figure is tall and sassy.

It's just missing a smile.

Why did the smile he usually had to show to others disappear in an instant when he saw her?

Thinking of this, she was extremely frightened when she thought about it, which made her extremely angry.

She shook her snow-white feet in great annoyance and hatred on the bed, and as soon as she moved, she touched the wound cut by the branch, and it instantly became painful, so that she had to stop all thoughts about Alan in her mind.