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Daphne Looking at him, her face gradually turned red, her heart racing.
Miller Smiled, his hand resting on the back of her head, leaning in to kiss her soft lips.
Daphne opened her lips, holding onto her brother's clothes with an infatuated look, her small tongue tentatively licking his neat teeth, and her mischievous tongue entwining with his.
After exchanging a long goodnight kiss with her brother, Daphne finally lay back in bed and fell asleep peacefully.
Her eyes were moist at the corners, obviously still immersed in the intimacy and affection just now, and she softly said, "Good morning, big brother."
Miller used his finger to wipe the glistening at the corner of her mouth, with a smile in his eyes, "Have sweet dreams, my little sister."
On the second night, Daphne followed Whites to study again in the evening.
She flipped through the relationship book that Whites had given her, feeling bored, when suddenly she saw a familiar family name that caught her attention.
Arabella, a recently rising family, is in opposition to the Vanthro family.
"Mrs. White," Daphne asked her, "Why do we still have to deal with the small family that opposes the party?"
Whites set down her teacup and replied, "It's necessary, Miss Daphne. There are no absolute oppositions, only absolute interests. Unless we can ensure the complete elimination of the other party, it's best not to completely break ties."
"Is it necessary to attend the family dance party?"
"As long as it's a somewhat reputable family, invitations to the family dance party are rarely declined by other families. To show respect, the family head or direct line will personally attend the event."
Vandura Family In this generation, there is only Miller alone, so he has to handle all the banquet invitations by himself.
Daphne blinked and asked, "So now that I'm here, does that mean my brother doesn't have to attend those messy banquets anymore?"
Whites looked at her, feeling a bit embarrassed to shatter her illusion: "…Perhaps it would be more appropriate for Lord Vanthro to accompany you to some of the banquets."
In fact, before Miller opened up, she couldn't attend any banquets at all.
About a week passed like this. When she had learned enough, Mrs. White and Miller were informed, and Daphne could start receiving some easy-to-entertain guests.
Mrs. White gave her a carefully selected version of her relationship album, and Miller would not allow those siblings or couples to appear in it to be seen by Daphne.
Naturally, the guests she was going to meet had to be carefully selected as well, to eliminate all unexpected factors, preferably not letting her see any guests from the bloodline.
It's another Monthly day off, and this time Miller didn't cancel work to accompany Daphne because there are important guests visiting today.
Jeffrey was led by the servant through the path, calmly passing by the beautiful garden scenery without looking around.
Until the servant passed by the second main road, from a distance, he saw a girl sitting by the fountain feeding the fish.
The girl's feet were as tender and white as white lotus, dipping into the clear, cool pool water, stirring back and forth.
Some fish in the pond shuttle between her feet, swimming flexibly, but more fish are lured away by the chunks of meat she throws, eagerly tearing and devouring, fully revealing their ferocious nature and fierce faces.
The girl quietly watches them for a while, then bends down, puts her meat-stained hand into the water and slowly washes it. Several fish swim over following the scent of the meat, but for some reason, they seem hesitant, only swimming around her hand, opening and closing their mouths lightly.
She moved her hand as if holding a fish, lifting it up as if to bring it out of the water, but hesitated for a moment, and finally left it in the water.
The girl's long hair, draped over her shoulders, was loosely tucked behind her ears. Leaning forward, it now fell and soaked into the water. The fish curiously circled around the golden strands of hair, and a few of them tentatively opened their mouths and tugged at it.
Her scalp was pulled so painfully that she hissed, causing the fish to instantly release her and swim away to the corner of the pond. Jeffrey's footsteps slowed as he stood behind a cluster of short trees, watching the innocent and lively figure from a distance, his eyes gradually deepening.
The servant who was leading the way in front saw that he had not followed and ran back in great embarrassment.
"Lord William..."
Jeffrey shook his head, his gaze fixed on the young lady, and asked, "Do you happen to know who that young lady is?"
The servant followed his gaze to the person sitting by the fountain and replied, "That is Daphne Miss, the new lady of the house's younger sister."
"Is she the precious little sister that Vanthro has been keeping hidden recently?"
"Yes."
"Got it, please continue to lead the way."
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