Quickly wear the water of trouble: after being cheated on, the yandere male protagonist turned evil

Chapter 712 Sister, I'm Sorry (62)

Anderson's mansion is not far from Rhodes Manor.

The carriage with golden bells crossed a river and arrived outside a small but beautiful manor.

On both sides of the river, wild daisies are in full bloom, bathed in the early summer sun, like a golden blanket woven by God, the river is blue, white swans swim leisurely, and the green grass on the bank is also in full bloom, bright and beautiful. Warmth intertwined, forming a very beautiful oil painting.

Compared with the Brant White House, which is full of cool colors and authority, this place looks like a paradise.

When Anderson's housekeeper learned that Bai Wu was coming, he sent someone to wait at the gate of the manor early.

When Bai Wu walked through the gate with her carefully crafted flower basket, she saw Anderson in the courtyard at a glance.

He was sitting in a wheelchair with a small piece of red velvet blanket covering his legs. The black shirt on his body made him look elegant and steady, with ruffled cuffs rolled up slightly, the exposed wrist bones were clearly defined, The veins are clear.

And those slender hands are holding a paintbrush to trace an oil painting carefully.

Bai Wu saw it.

What he painted was the river outside the manor, with clear water and blue sky, wildflowers and swans, and a white skirt hidden in the green grass.

Hearing the movement, Anderson turned his head slowly. The sunlight filtered through the monocle on his face, leaving a streamline on his long and narrow eyes.

There was a gentle smile on his face as always, and his pale and haggard face became slightly brighter because of this smile.

"Miriel, you're here."

Bai Wu lowered her head, and the flower basket in her arms slid down to her palm, and then she showed a just-right smile.

"Yes, Your Highness Anderson, I'm here to visit you." She walked up and handed the flower basket to Anderson, "I made this specially for you, thank you for escorting me home last time, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I can't stand here alive and kicking now."

Anderson smiled and adjusted his glasses over his eye sockets.

"Miss Miriel, don't feel guilty. This matter has nothing to do with you. I think it's because of my carelessness."

As he spoke, he coughed lightly, then put down the brush and palette, and took the flower basket from Bai Wu's hand very solemnly.

"Irises, white roses, and daffodils are all my favorite flowers. Miss Miriel has a heart."

It could be seen that he was sincere, because when he stared at those flowers, the streamer in the man's eyes became brighter again.

After admiring it, Anderson handed the flower basket to the butler beside him: "Put this on my bedside, and let someone bring some tea and snacks by the way."

Bai Wu quickly waved her hand: "No need Your Highness Anderson, I will leave later, you don't need to trouble yourself."

Hearing this, a look of obvious disappointment appeared on Anderson's face, he sighed lightly, and picked up his paintbrush again.

"I thought Miss Miriel could come and chat with me. My leg has been hurt for a week and I can't go anywhere. It's a pity that I can only paint, not appreciate such a beautiful scenery."

"But shouldn't many people come to visit your highness? Why is your highness so melancholy?" Bai Wu asked.

Anderson's pen tip paused, and a sneer crossed the corner of his mouth.

"Those people don't really care about me, so why care about them?"

"However." He then looked at her again, "If Miss Miriam really has something to do, then don't delay, I don't want to be a sinner."

His half-joking words made his situation even more embarrassing and lonely, how could Bai Wu really leave?What's more, there is still a sick puppy in the family who is on the verge of an outbreak and clinginess. She is going back at this time to find trouble for herself.

So she stepped behind Anderson, supported his wheelchair with both hands, and smiled sweetly.

"Your Highness Anderson, how can beautiful scenery be used only for painting? Of course you have to use your eyes to appreciate it."

So when the butler came over with a plate full of snacks, the two of them had disappeared in the courtyard, only a pair of brushes and paints were neatly spread on the ground, even the canvas was empty.

The old butler adjusted his glasses frame in disbelief.

Strange, isn't their prince reluctant to go out because of the noise outside?

Bai Wu played wildly outside with Anderson all afternoon.

They walked all the way along the river until they came to a deserted place.

The wild daisies were in full bloom there, and the white swans were countless. Bai Wu couldn't hold back, took off her shoes and socks, and fell into the warm river water.

Anderson sat on the shore and stared at her, the smile on his face could not be stopped, he took out his brush from time to time and sketched on the paper, when he was tired of drawing, he continued to watch the scene where he played with the white swan and looked like an angel miriel.

It wasn't until sunset and night that Bai Wu pushed him back to the manor.

Before leaving, Anderson packed a box of snacks for her to eat on the way home. Bai Wu didn't move, and squinted on the carriage with drooping eyelids for the whole journey.

When she returned to the bedroom, she spread out directly on the sofa.

There was a sudden noise in the dark corner, Bai Wu was startled, and quickly lit the candle, only to realize that Froze had run into her room at some point and was huddled by the fireplace Feel sorry for yourself.

Bai Wu walked over.

"Froze, why did you come here? Why don't you rest in your room?"

Froze raised his head slowly.

He obviously slept all afternoon, but he looked even more haggard, his eyes were red and swollen as if he had cried, and he was extremely depressed.

He reached out and grabbed Bai Wu's skirt, tightening his fingertips until they turned white.

His eyes stared at a spot of mud on the skirt, focusing little by little, and getting darker little by little.

"Where have you been? I can't find you anyway." Froze said hoarsely.

Bai Wu blinked her eyes, and said without blushing, "I saw you fell asleep and left. Mom has something to do with me."

"Then what is this?" Froze asked persistently, grabbing the piece of mud.

Bai Wu looked at the hem of the skirt that he was holding tightly, and bit her lip: "It may have been accidentally stained."

Then she pulled the skirt out of the opponent's hand with force, and walked back to sit on the sofa.

"Froze, I'm very tired today, can you go back first? I'll see you tomorrow after I get some sleep."

Froze also slowly got up from the corner.

Flickering candles danced on his shoulders, like a group of trapped beasts entangled, and the depression was a bit terrifying.

"Sister, you lied to me." He said word by word.

Bai Wu patiently explained: "My sister doesn't."

With a "snap", something fell from the table, and the contents inside splashed all over the floor.

Bai Wu raised her eyes and saw that it was the box of snacks that Anderson gave her.

Along with the pastry, there was also a piece of sketch paper. The snow-white paper fell slowly and landed directly at Froze's feet.

He bent down and picked up the paper.

On it is a portrait of Bai Wu, the girl wandering among a group of white swans, the smile on her face resembles the spring breeze in March.

There is still a line of small characters in the lower right corner of the painting:
"Thank God for sending an angel to give me the best day ever - Anderson Brant."

(End of this chapter)