Chapter 150: Dark Fairy Tale, Cinderella Makes a Deal with the Devil (8)
At 7:30 in the evening, the manor was brightly lit and maids with humble expressions came and went. Everyone was very careful and tried not to make any noise.
When Count Ellas was outside, people described him as kind and gentle, sentimental, and often mourning his deceased ex-wife. He was also very good to his ex-wife's daughter, Cinderella.
At first, the maids thought so too, and they even envied the tragic love story of Duke Ellas and his ex-lady.
But after what I have seen and heard over the past decade or so, I no longer feel envious.
Duke Ellas is not as kind as he appears to outsiders.
Since his ex-wife passed away, he seemed like a different person. His temper became increasingly violent, and he often beat and kicked the maids who did something wrong.
This change did not seem like excessive sadness, but rather like a prisoner who had been acquitted and had no scruples, so he tore off the mask of kindness that he had worn for many years.
Five people with different thoughts sat around a European-style round table, dining quietly.
Duke Elas seemed not to notice the glaring wound on Cinderella's body. He first picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs for the two sisters Anastasia and Dusula with a loving face.
“Thank you, Dad!”
Anastasia knew how to please Elas, and the smile on her face was respectful and happy.
Compared to her, Dusula's reaction was relatively calm.
She seemed to be accustomed to Elas's preference and pampering. She picked up the sweet and sour pork ribs, put them in her mouth, chewed them twice, and then spit them into the trash can beside her.
Her delicate and beautiful brows were furrowed uncomfortably, and her soft and pleasant tone could not hide her pampering.
"It's too sweet and greasy, and I need to lose weight!"
He really didn't give Elas any face at all.
Anantasha pulled Shen Yuan's sleeve under the table and kept winking at her.
Chen Yuan ignored him directly. She stood up and picked up the red wine pheasant farthest away from her with chopsticks.
She picked up a large chicken drumstick and placed it directly in Elas's bowl.
"Father, you are old, it is not good for you to eat such sweet things. Come, have a big chicken drumstick."
Elas was stunned for two seconds, then smiled indulgently.
He reached out his hand and rubbed Shen Yuan's fluffy hair, his eyes full of kindness and love.
"When did our little Princess Dusula become so sensible? Hmm? Let me try it. Will the chicken leg Dusula pick up taste better?"
After saying that, he picked up the chicken leg with a smile, took a bite, and nodded happily.
"Yeah, not bad, it tastes better than before."
Anastasia was stunned. She stared blankly at the scene of "loving father and filial son", and then gave Chen Yuan a meaningful look.
Wow, I didn’t expect that this little girl is more scheming than her and is so good at making her father happy.
She groaned softly, almost inaudibly, and crossed her arms, obviously unhappy.
It was always like this. Whenever she was with Dusula, her mother and father would favor her. The beautiful jewelry and luxurious dresses would be given to her first, and she could only pick the leftovers.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved Anastasia felt, and her temper suddenly surged up.
She glared at Shen Yuan fiercely.
Chen Yuan seemed to sense something, turned around and met her eyes.
Before Anastasia could even roll her eyes back, Shen Yuan caught her red-handed.
She looked away awkwardly and coughed twice to hide her embarrassment.
Under the round table, Shen Yuan reached out and squeezed Anastasia's arm.
Anastasha turned around in confusion and saw her sister, who was not very smart but good at coaxing people, blinking at her ingratiatingly.
Chen Yuan raised the corners of her mouth, and her beautiful eyes were slightly curved at this moment, like the bright moon hanging high above the Rose Manor at night, bright and dazzling.
Looking at her sweet smile, Anastasia's ears felt hot, and the little temper in her heart disappeared as if a wound had been cut.
Her sister is really pretty.
How could she be so beautiful? She was so beautiful that she felt that no man in the world was worthy of her.
Although Anastasia still had an angry expression on her face, she still grabbed Shen Yuan's white and slender hand and squeezed it.
Mm, so soft.
On the other end, Cinderella silently watched this false and ironic scene.
There was no expression on her haggard face, but her eyes were filled with a terrifying and thick black mist that almost swallowed everyone.
The black fog seemed to be crazy, staring at Dusula who was sitting opposite him.
She was born with snow-white skin, which made her particularly beautiful.
The shadow has survived for thousands of years and has experienced countless people being controlled by desire.
But I have never seen anyone who can compare with Dusula's appearance.
She is like the most dazzling and flamboyant rose growing on a cliff, each petal stained with crystal dew, emitting a luxurious and rich rose fragrance, tempting powerful knights and brave men to pick her.
The black shadow looked at Dusula greedily, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was sinister and strange, with strong possession and greed.
"Rila, try this! Your father specially ordered the maid to make this sweet and crispy pork for you. I remember you loved it when you were little."
Duke Ella's words brought Cinderella back to her senses. The dark shadows in her eyes immediately turned into mist and dissipated, making her eyes clearer.
She kept her head down, looking timid and submissive. Her beautiful, empty eyes moved around and finally fell on the piece of sweet and crispy meat in the bowl.
Cinderella pursed her pale lips, then picked up the sweet and crispy meat, stuffed it between her lips, and chewed quietly.
"Thank you, father,"
She looked gentle, and the smile on her lips was pure and kind, as if she had no anger or complaints about her father's previous blatant neglect and favoritism.
Elas was very satisfied with her performance.
When he is happy, he likes to play the role of a loving father and never gets tired of it.
Never care whether others are willing or not.
Ailas narrowed his eyes, a hint of deep meaning flashed across his eyes, and he spoke in a deep voice
"In two days, it will be Prince Philip's ball. The king has given father two places. Who of you three sisters wants to go?"
Although he was asking for the opinions of the three people, his eyes were always looking in the direction of Anastasia and Dusula, completely excluding Cinderella.
Ella is not as pretty as Dusula, nor is she as good at dressing up as Anna. Letting her go would only embarrass herself.
Philip fell in love with Cinderella at first sight at the ball, but in the end he could only find her beloved prince with the help of a pair of crystal high-heeled shoes.
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