"Don't do it, Mr.
Duke."
Ciel sat down on the sofa, stretched out his hand to put his arm around the Duke's neck, buried his glutinous face in the old Duke's shoulder, and said softly, "Mr.
Duke, are you really cruel to watch me being captured by my stepmother and sold to places that shouldn't belong to me?"
"No, no."
The old duke looked down at Syr, who was as beautiful as a doll on his shoulder, and for a moment he was so obsessed that he couldn't get into words.
"What the hell do you think now, Mr.
Duke?"
Cill raised his teary eyes and looked at the old duke and asked pitifully.
Those tears were from the pain she had just secretly pinched her thigh, and I hoped to make the old duke agree.
"Uh, this.
Although I like you very much, it is too unsightly for you to be my lover, and you should understand that we are more than forty years apart, Miss. ” “” A look of disappointment swept across Sill's face.
This old duke's bottom line is really powerful, he would have agreed to seduce other men like this, and he even took these moral and immoral things out to refuse.
Cill regained the gentle smile he had just now, and was about to say goodbye and go home to think of a perfect plan, but he didn't expect the old duke to say this.
"Miss, we are too different, if you are my lover, others will say that I am shameless to find such a young lover, it is to play with the little girl, but if Miss you are willing to marry me to become a wife, then, then no one should say" "Be Your Wife" Syll sat up straight and looked at the old duke in flattery.
She heard her right The old duke explained it to Syl, who finally understood that he had heard him correctly.
It turns out that the old duke's original wife died of illness ten years ago, so she is now single.
As for why this old duke took her as a wife.
That's because the old duke likes her very much, and if he marries her as a wife, others won't talk about anything, but if he finds her as a lover, others will look down on him.
Cill didn't understand why people here had such strange thoughts, and she wasn't interested in knowing.
She pretended to be well-behaved and nodded, and said, "I would very much like to be your wife, Mr.
Duke." ” In this way, Sylle became a duchess.
The wedding took place in a church in the middle of town, and Ciel and the old duke exchanged rings in the presence of the priest and became husband and wife.
After the church service, everyone went to an old vineyard where the wedding banquet was held in the evening.
Cill was sitting on a stool in the manor's dressing room, looking in the mirror at himself with bridal makeup on his face and a sweet smile.
The reason why she was so happy was that the priest did not ask the duke to kiss her when the wedding was held in the church just now, otherwise he wanted her to kiss the old duke's wrinkled lips, and she guessed that she would not want to eat for ten years.
The second is because he is so beautiful in the mirror, wearing a white beaded wedding dress, with a diamond crown on his head, and behind the crown is a white veil hanging down to the tail of the skirt, which is as beautiful as an angel.
Ciel was triumphant, and the smile on his face sank inexplicably.
She lifted her fingers in the white stockings and touched herself in the mirror, flicking uncontrollably as her fingers touched her cheek in the mirror. oshow7 t1706231537: