Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Wow! You are such an idiot! If I had known I wouldn't have come to inform you, you wouldn't even have had the crumbs to eat."

The childish voices were arguing in high and low voices. Afro followed behind the children and saw two people quietly holding hands.

Like every good friend, they shared the little beauty of the day together.

It's great, two people...

This situation made Afro feel a little unhappy.

Because Carol could hold her best friend's hand without restraint, but she couldn't hold the hand of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Afro squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky. Dry and cold clouds were floating, and countless rays of sunlight penetrated through them. However, a person's face vaguely emerged in the snow-white clouds.

I miss her so much. My... Her Highness Grace.

Afro couldn't help but cover her pounding chest, but she couldn't suppress the longing that grew stronger as the chest beat.

……

In the cafeteria of the welfare home, children wearing worn cotton-padded jackets excitedly lined up in a long line like a swimming dragon.

Their eyes lit up as they chattered excitedly about the small, cream-filled buns piled on the table that looked like grains of rice.

For children in welfare homes, this delicious dessert can only be eaten during festivals, so they are very restless and may be pushed by other ignorant children.

Grace stood in front of the wooden table. In order to prevent her dress from being stained with cream, she rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, revealing her branch-like arms.

She patted the wooden table twice and said loudly to maintain order,

"Line up, don't crowd, everyone has a share, come one by one."

Someone in the crowded queue whispered to each other,

"I feel like Miss Dodder... is so fierce today... not as gentle as before."

As a princess, Grace certainly couldn't tell these children her name directly.

Dodder was probably the code name for the fifth princess.

This was also the first time Grace met the children.

The last time I came to the welfare home, I just paid a brief visit to the director and did not see these poor orphans in person.

Grace didn't know how to get along with children, so her warm heart seemed subtly clumsy and unapproachable.

To be honest, Grace doesn't hate children.

But she had become accustomed to remaining indifferent to the chilly world during her long, lifeless days of imprisonment, and rarely made expressions from the heart.

The focus today is not on the orphanage, but on escaping through the orphanage, connecting with Nora, and then finding a suitable location to set up the factory.

Grace had something more important to pay attention to - that was Anna, the maid, who was standing quietly in the corner of the cafeteria, patiently waiting for her to distribute food.

I got out by breaking through layers of obstacles in the palace.

For those maids and guards, even if they were given a hundred courage, they would not be able to control the fate of a princess.

They pulled at her sleeves and tried to persuade her earnestly for a long time, but there was no way to stop her from leaving the palace with the excuse of "going to see the children in the orphanage."

The final decision was that the former personal maid had to follow him.

So, Grace's task was to sneak out right under Anna's nose.

I had already visited it when I came here.

There is a small path in the orphanage, behind the children's houses, and I don't know if it leads to the outside.

Grace's clear red eyes were constantly shifting as she thought quickly.

Before we knew it, the pile of bread was being consumed at twice the original rate and was almost gone.

Grace's mind and body were all thinking about how to slip out quietly, and she didn't notice that the change was because there was another person around her.

"Um... no more children?"

The line in front of him became empty.

Without exception, the children all sat obediently on the benches and enjoyed the rare meal.

?

Grace turned her head and her originally scattered pupils suddenly shrank into a needle-like point in surprise, as if a soul was injected into them.

Blonde hair as smooth as seaweed, eyes as blue as a lake, and a holy smile that is always confident, innocent and pure.

Miss Afro once again appeared in front of him without any warning, like a magic trick.

"You...you...why are you here?"

With a click of the pointed heels, she subconsciously took a step back.

How come I always meet her?

Grace was so anxious that she was about to collapse. She had no idea why this was happening!!

Didn't you tell her to calm down for a while?

Why do you always come up to me like a dog and act so unreasonable? ! !

Can it ever get better? Afro!!!!

After a moment of distraction, the coldness on Grace's face collapsed along with her complex and anxious inner thoughts.

There are still traces of the young boy's tender and green cheeks, which are slightly bulging, with a hint of cuteness while gritting his teeth.

Grace turned her head away, deliberately avoiding the children who were eating bread at the table, and suppressed her anger and cursed in a clear voice,

"You... followed me? Afro? Do you have any shame? Didn't we agree on this? Don't you have any dignity at all?"

There are many things in this world that are just right, such as the wind today is just right or the dessert tastes just right.

But what Afro likes most is that she appears at the right time when she thinks of the person she misses.

As for shamelessness? Following her?

It was obviously Her Highness Grace who was following me, right?

And he was so polite as to say that he was the one who followed her?

The insults, which were deliberately softened, were sharp and soft, like a cat's claw scratching Afro's heart, making him feel distracted.

Coupled with the slightly panicked look on his face, it was subtly similar to when he was overwhelmed yesterday.

Even if I get insulted, I still think it's... cute.

No, it’s not an insult, it’s the panic after being exposed!

An indescribable sweetness crept up her crescent-shaped eyebrows, and Afro's heart was pounding as she was immersed in love. The smile on her lips could not be lowered no matter what.

As expected... Her Highness Grace is a fool who says one thing and thinks another, right?

My steps involuntarily moved closer to Her Highness Grace.

As she took the first step, Afro saw the princess, who had been calm and superior, staggering back two steps.

How strange...why is Grace backing off?

You won’t eat people, right?

159. Doing these things will corrupt children.

Liking someone is really a very wonderful thing.

I miss her when I can't see her, and I want to tell her when I see happy things...

I would worry about whether she had eaten well today, and whether her ankle still hurts.

When we meet, I want to hug her, and when I hug her, I want to kiss her, and later...

From now on, I just want to be with her like this for the rest of my life.

Although Grace looked good when she was cold, Afro still liked her when she was soft and relaxed.

Her eyebrows were gently lowered, without any aloofness from others, just like the night she spent in Victoria's bedroom that night...

Let go of all defenses, and smile quietly and beautifully like a fleeting flower.

But now Grace is very alert.

Every time she took a step forward, her heels would tap and clatter as she moved backwards. Her delicate eyebrows twisted into a knot, and her whole body became extremely sensitive, like a frightened hedgehog.

Am I some kind of devil?

Afro pursed her lips uncomfortably. She stopped moving closer and muttered aggrievedly,

"What do you mean by no dignity? How could I follow you?"

Grace's loss of consciousness lasted only a moment. She carefully glanced at the children gathered at the table and kept her face stiff. She squeezed out a few words from between her teeth.

"You didn't follow me? Then how did you know I was here?"

Her eyebrows were raised, as if she was forcibly suppressing her anger.

Well. Afro had to admit that even though she looked a little angry, Her Highness Grace was still very cute.

It was as if I was bewitched. Even the look of disgust made me feel moved...

Grace seemed to be engaged in some intense psychological struggle, with her brows tightly locked like a complicated knot.

Her back was completely pressed against the stone pillar, and she folded her arms, staring straight at Afro, gnashing her teeth and questioning sternly,

"Speak up, you! Why are you here? Didn't we agree that I would come find you when the time comes?"

There was a fluffy scarf on the dark grey cloak, which fit against Grace's still young jaw. Against her fair skin, she looked indescribably cute.

Like a little kid.

Is it always like this when you like someone? You will feel your heart trembling with just a simple gesture from the other person.

Resisting the urge to get closer, Afro raised his head sternly and argued confidently,

"The Rhodes Orphanage has always been an affiliated orphanage of St. Varisi Church! It was funded by Father Morton. How could I be following you?"

At the same time, he patted his chest with his right hand solemnly, as if to give some kind of sincere assurance.

"I! I've been here for almost three years. How can you just draw conclusions like that?"

Grace is obviously the one following me, right? You idiot!

But Grace didn't seem to believe what Afro said. She squinted her eyes and stared at her with suspicion.

Seeing that she still didn't believe it, Afro turned to look at the little boy Pesce who was enjoying dessert in front of the dining table.

She bit the bread carefully, bite by bite, like a poor person with a tight belly, and even ate the crumbs scattered on the table.

Afro frowned distressedly, raised her hand and then reminded loudly,

"Pesde, you can't eat the crumbs that fall on the table. That's unclean!"

Peste's body trembled subconsciously. She pouted and turned her head back embarrassedly, nodding obediently.

"Got it, Miss Sister."

Then, reluctantly, they piled the remaining debris neatly on the edge of the table, waiting to be cleaned up afterward.

No matter from which angle I look at it now, I'm not stalking Grace, right?

Afro put his fist to his lips, looked into Grace's eyes, and deliberately cleared his throat, making an abrupt coughing sound.

"This time, you should believe it."

"so what?"

Unexpectedly, Grace's tone was still sharp. She was as stubborn and hard to conquer as a snowy mountain with thick frost and snow that had never melted for thousands of years. No matter what they did, they could not let down her guard.

She asked relentlessly and aggressively,

"Didn't I ask Nora to bring you a letter? Shouldn't you keep your distance from me? Didn't you agree to that?"

It really wasn't intentional...

Afro's innocent almond-shaped eyes drooped in disappointment. She tilted her head slightly and whispered back,

"I agreed, but I didn't follow you at all."

"Then don't you understand how to keep your distance? Do you have to get close to me when we're in the same room?"