Chapter 328
Lizzie’s words pierced Ferris’s heart like a sharp arrow.
His already shattered heart throbbed with excruciating pain.
Beads of sweat broke out on Ferris’s forehead as he fixed Lizzie with an icy glare.
The more Ferris raged, the more Lizzie reveled in it.
She cupped his face in her hands, letting out a hysterical laugh. “Look how gorgeous this face is. Even your anger completely bewitches me. Ferris, I’m so utterly obsessed with you. What am I supposed to do?”
Ferris angrily slapped her hand away, his voice icy. “Have a safe trip back, Princess. I won’t be seeing you out.”
Seeing his fury, Lizzie burst into mad laughter as she swept out.
Once inside the camiage, Lizzie leaned her head against her hand as the manic smile slowly faded from her face.
“Your Highness, shall we return to the manor?” the maidservant timidly inquired, sensing Lizzie’s foul mood.
Lizzie fixed the maidservant with a withering glare, then, without warning, lashed out and kicked her square in the chest.
With a shriek, the maidservant was sent tumbling out of the carriage, landing hard on the ground.
The coachman had no time to bring the carriage to a halt and could only watch helplessly as its wheels crushed the maidservant’s body.
Her leg was instantly mangled, and she shrieked incessantly in agony.
Lizzie leaned out of the carriage window, pointed at the maidservant, and laughed maniacally.
Her deranged display left the onlookers seething with silent fury. None dared to say a word.
Not far off, Ferris witnessed Lizzie’s brutal act, murderous intent gleaming in his eyes.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Ferris drew his bow and aimed directly at Lizzie. Just then, his trusted aide firmly gripped his arm and exclaimed, “Prince Ferris, you must not!”
Fiercely loyal to Ferris, his trusted aide swiftly snatched the bow from his grasp.
Ferris let his trusted aide take back the bow, his jaw clenched in fury. Through gritted teeth, he growled, “Lizzie, I swear I will kill you.”
His aide let out a sigh of relief and said, “She’s a princess, my lord. You still need her to achieve your ambitions. Only once she’s your wife will the Emperor truly put his trust in you.”
His aide shot Ferris an awkward glance, then lowered his voice. “Prince Ferris, sometimes you have to endure the small things for the sake of the bigger picture. You’ve already endured so much. Please show more patience.”
Ferris slammed his fist against the door, his jaw tight with fury. He closed his eyes briefly to compose himself, then ground out, “Hurry with the manor renovations.”
“At once,
my
lord.”
Before they knew it, June 4th had arrived.
Athena knew Ferris was getting married.
Athena had been torn for days. She wondered if she should send Ferris as a wedding gift, and if so, what she should send him.
Athena truly wished Ferris happiness, but this impending marriage was clearly the last thing he wanted.
Besides, he probably wouldn’t want a gift from her.
After much deliberation, Athena finally decided to meet Ferris in person.
Athena had Jessa deliver an invitation to Ferris, and they agreed to meet at Star Pavilion.
Ferris was ecstatic when he received Athena’s invitation.
With careful hands, Ferris unfolded the letter. Upon seeing Athena’s distinctive handwriting, the smile on his lips widened involuntarily.
The letter read. [Meet me at Star Pavilion at two in the afternoon.]
It was barely mid–morning. Two o’clock felt like ages away.
Ferris couldn’t wait any longer. He instructed Neil Ward, “Go pick out a few outfits for me. It has to be something that will bring out my complexion.”
Neil glanced at the sun and knew that it was still far from noon. He said with a slightly bemused expression, “Prince Ferris, isn’t this a bit too early?”
Ferris’s expression faltered. “Too early?”
Neil pointed at the sky and said, “It’s not even noon yet, Prince Ferris. There are still four hours until two o’clock. You might as well have some lunch and take a nap before heading out, so you’ll look much more refreshed when you go.”
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