Soon, Eros found Lady Seraphina who was drawing with a drawing board on the other side.
For a woman born into an aristocratic family, painting can be said to be a compulsory course.
If you don't have some skills to cultivate your sentiments, you will be laughed at by other noble ladies or ladies.
Seraphina was sitting alone on the rooftop platform of the ship, depicting the situation on the deck below with a paintbrush while humming a melodious tune. She was obviously in a very good mood.
The intricate beige dress fully shows off her curvy figure. She sits upright on a high stool, with a slender waist and plump buttocks, perfectly showing off the characteristics of her hourglass figure.
Her slender legs were put together and slanted to one side, her fair and delicate feet stretched out from under the skirt, wearing a pair of exquisitely shaped high-heeled sandals. Her round and smooth toes gently moved in tune with the melody, as if she was keeping the beat of the song she was humming.
When Eros found her, she was holding the paintbrush upright in front of her eyes, with one eye closed, as if she was conceiving the proportions of the pattern.
As he stepped forward, a tall shadow suddenly obscured Seraphina's frame.
Since Eros did not hide his breath and traces, Seraphina knew who was coming without turning around.
"What's wrong?"
Seraphina asked without turning her head, the rising tone of her voice showing that she was still in a very good mood at the moment.
Eros stretched his hand in front of the frame, blocking Seraphina's painting movements.
Seraphina turned her head and cast a questioning look at Eros with her beautiful eyes.
Eros clenched his palm into a fist, and said with a slight smile: "Do you think my fist is hard?"
Seraphina poked Eros' fist with the back of her paintbrush and nodded:
"It's hard, what's wrong?"
After saying this, Seraphina blinked her eyes, then burst into laughter. She put down the paintbrush in her hand and turned to face Eros with interest:
"Why? Our prince needs my help too?"
Eros said nothing, but reached out and held Seraphina's fair right hand.
Seraphina was stunned for a moment, then her face flushed red:
“Too…too…too fast!”
She withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted, stammered these words, and ran away.
The high stool she was sitting on fell to the ground due to her violent movement, but she did not bother to pick it up at the moment, and ran into the corridor of the ship building.
After quickly running back to her room, Seraphina covered her face with her hands in shame, and then she suddenly took her right hand away as if something happened.
She didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but at this moment she always felt that there was a faint smell of Eros lingering in her nose.
After watching Seraphina's slender figure disappear from his sight, Eros looked down and curled his lips.
Is this still too much for Seraphina? I don't know how she got through it before.
Shaking his head, Eros picked up the high stool that had fallen to the ground, took a look at the unfinished painting, turned around and returned to the deck.
Inside the ship, Rosalin, who was sitting in her room, heard the door closing next door, and she got up and walked out of the room.
She happened to be looking for Seraphina for something, and just as she walked to Seraphina's door, she heard footsteps behind her.
Rosaline looked back subconsciously, then quickly saluted Eros.
Rosaline must be good-looking to have given birth to a daughter like Vladis who is as delicate as a doll.
It can be said that Rosalyn is the woman around him who looks most like a wife and a young woman.
Isabella was too dignified, Seraphina was too lively, and Flandre was completely dominated by her own daughter, like a punching bag.
Only Rosalin looked like a docile little woman, and with her side-bun hairstyle, she looked like a full-fledged wife. This might also be related to the fact that her husband had died not long ago.
Eros stared at Rosaline for a while, until he saw that Rosaline was a little uneasy, he retracted his gaze, turned around and walked into Rosaline's room.
Rosalin pursed her lips, temporarily put aside the matter of looking for Seraphina, and followed.
After entering the room, she closed the door consciously.
Eros came to the sofa in the room and sat down, while Rosaline sat down opposite him, lowered her head, and grabbed the corner of her clothes without saying a word.
"You seem nervous?" Eros smiled.
“Yes, there are some!”
As if she knew that lying was useless, Rosalyn told the truth, but her voice was a little low.
Eros glanced at the plain long dress Rosaline was wearing, pondered for a moment and asked:
"Do you have clothes that would make you look more like a wife? Something that you can wear at home."
Rosalyn thought about it, then nodded.
"Then can you wear it and show it to me?" Eros said while the iron was hot.
Rosalin lowered her head and said nothing. She just nodded imperceptibly, then stood up silently and walked towards the closet.
After a while, she took out a gray knitted sweater from her well-stocked wardrobe.
She originally wanted to take it to the bathroom, but for some reason, she finally chose to change it next to the closet.
Maybe he was worried that Eros would not be satisfied with this dress, so he stood by the closet to change into another one.
After a while, Rosalyn put on the gray backless sweater.
She still kept her head down, not daring to look directly at Eros. Her flushed cheeks and earlobes revealed her mood at the moment.
As for Eros, he was stunningly beautiful.
"Where did you get this grey backless sweater?"
Eros was very curious. In his opinion, Rosaline was not the kind of person who would collect such clothes.
Hearing Eros' question, Rosaline answered truthfully:
"Mrs. Seraphina gave it to me yesterday. She said she asked Miss Andreys to design a new model for me and asked me to try it on."
She is worthy of being the driver with full marks in theory, and she is worthy of being Andphis with full talent in clothing making.
The product created by the two of them working together is indeed not to be underestimated.
This uniquely shaped sweater perfectly brings out Rosalyn's unique features.
Eros patted his legs and said, "Come sit here!"
Rosaline hesitated for a moment, but finally sat obediently on Eros' lap.
The moment she sat down, Rosalyn's body stiffened for a moment, but she quickly relaxed again.
Eros put his hands on Rosaline's back, holding her with one hand and tidying up her hair that fell on her face with the other hand.
"Are you nervous?"
“Yes, a little bit!”
"Don't be nervous. We will live together forever. There is still a long time to go."
"Yeah!" Rosalin lowered her head and responded softly.
Then, a clicking sound was heard in the room. It seemed to be the sound of a button, but the gray backless sweater obviously had no buttons, and there were no buttons on Eros either.
…
Rosalyn reference picture
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
