Father Mavie

Chapter 483 Love Letter (Please Subscribe!!!)
Backstage in the theater, Helena sat in the exclusive dressing room, staring at herself in the mirror. After a while, she picked up a wet cotton towel and began to wipe off the performance makeup on her face.

Tonight is the day of her tryst with the eldest prince Charles. If there is no accident, Charles is already waiting at her home, so Helena has to quickly remove her makeup, remake it, and go home with the best posture.

While she was busy taking off her makeup, there was a sudden knock on the door. The assistant walked into the room and said softly, "Miss Helena, someone is sending you flowers outside."

送花
It should be sent by Charles, isn't it necessary to meet today, why do you want to send flowers specially?

Helena didn't think much, nodded and said, "Got it, just let him leave at the door, and I'll take him back later."

Helena, who was concentrating on makeup, didn't care about the flowers placed at the door. There were already a lot of flowers in her house, and she couldn't raise them. The roses that had been cut off their spikes would wither within a few days. What about beauty?

She exhausted her life in exchange for a short-lived beauty, and after withering, no one cares about her. Helena caressed her beautiful face and sighed faintly.

She is 27 years old, how many years can she maintain her beauty?
Like a rose that has its thorns cut off, it will wither sooner or later.

When the beauty is gone and the youth is gone, will Charles still take care of her?
Helena knew in her heart that she would never be able to get a title. Charles had his own wife, and he was likely to become the king in the future, but she was just a lowly dancer whose status was too disparate to be recognized by the royal family.

Of course, Charles gave her a lot of compensation, such as nearly half of the shares of Covent Royal Opera House, regular dividends alone are enough for her to spend the rest of her life in peace.

Thinking about it this way, she didn't seem to be dissatisfied.

I don't know how many women have squeezed their heads and wanted to be the mistress of the eldest prince.

Putting on the pearl earrings, Helena decided not to think about the future. She is only 27 years old, and she can still maintain her beauty for a few years. The future will be discussed in the future.

After putting on her makeup, Helena put on a mink fur waistcoat, picked up the bouquet of roses at the door and planned to go home, when she suddenly saw a handwritten card inserted among the roses.

card?

When had Charles written her a card?
Because of identity issues, Charles would only send her flowers in secret, but never leave 'evidence', even if the matter between her and Charles had been exposed.

The handwriting on the card is pleasing to the eye, and the writing is powerful, as if flowing in one go. Judging from the handwriting alone, the owner who can write this type of handwriting must be a gentle and elegant gentleman.

[I see loneliness in your eyes, just like a butterfly flying among the flowers, never willing to stop.

Your bright red lips like rose petals seem to be born for passionate kisses. Your slender and shining soul wanders between passion and poetry, just like the dazzling sun, illuminating my lonely life.

I know that Cyntos, Apollo's passionate lover, was your previous life in Greece.

Beautiful lady, why on earth are you lonely?

Felix von Manstein]

Seeing the enthusiastic confession of love on the card, Helena not only covered her mouth, she hadn't received such a sincere love letter for a long time, and there was no mention of any love in the letter, but Helena just read it from it. Desiring love, among the many previous suitors, there are very few gentlemen with such outstanding literary talents.

What surprised Helena even more was, who is so bold?
How dare you write such a passionate love letter when you know about her relationship with Prince Charles?

gosh
Boom boom boom!
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Helena subconsciously hid the card behind her back. She didn't want the card to fall into the hands of others, because she knew that once the contents on the card were leaked, the person named Felix von Man Stein's gentleman will definitely be targeted by Prince Charles.
It's just a love letter, and Helena doesn't want anyone to be hurt by it.

"Miss Helena." The assistant's voice came from behind the door: "A gentleman named Felix von Manstein wants to see you. He said he is your friend and most loyal fan."

coming?

right outside the door?

Helena was stunned. She never expected that the other party would pursue her with such a great fanfare, not only sending flowers, but also visiting her in public as if no one else was there. This kind of behavior would definitely be known by the eldest prince Charles!

To see or not to see?
Helena was a little conflicted, she really wanted to meet the owner of this love letter, and wanted to know what kind of person the other party was, but she couldn't do this, so she refused, which was good for everyone.

"I still have something to do, let him go!"

Outside the door, the assistant put the 10-pound general ticket into his pocket and said loudly, "He said he just wanted your autograph!"

There was no response from the room. After a long time, the door opened suddenly. Helena walked out of the dressing room and met Levin who was a head taller than her.

A walnut cane, a top hat, a well-fitting tuxedo, and a gentle smile in the light green eyes. He is indeed a gentleman, and he is quite handsome.

"Miss Helena, your performance tonight is really great."

Levin took off his top hat and put it on his chest, and said politely: "This is the best Midsummer Night's Dream I've ever seen in my life. You acted out the panic of Helena being pursued by two men at the same time. It is true."

"Thank you." Helena glanced around occasionally, paying attention to the demeanor of the people around her. When she found out that Prince Charles had placed an informant in the theater, she interrupted Levin: "Mr. Nicholas, thank you for the flowers." , and thank you for supporting me, I am an actor, and it is my duty to bring the audience the hardest performance, and I am not worthy of your pursuit."

"You deserve it," Levine said with a smile.

Helena stared at him for a while, then suddenly asked: "Don't you know my identity?"

"You are Helena Sheffield, the best and most beautiful theater actress in London in my opinion."

"It seems that you really don't know."

Helena shook her head and sighed, stroking the rose petals in her arms: "As I said just now, I am not worthy of your pursuit, and you should stop wasting time on me, this is for your own good."

"Are you married?"

".No."

"Then do you have someone in mind?"

"Yes, I have someone in mind."

"Oh"

Levin's eyes dimmed all of a sudden, but they brightened again immediately, and he asked doubtfully, "Doesn't your sweetheart love you?"

Love.
Helena also doesn't know what kind of feelings the eldest prince Charles has for her. The only thing she can be sure of is
"He's been good to me, and that's enough," Helena said.

"But you are so lonely." Levin looked into her eyes and said word by word: "It's like a butterfly flying alone in a flower field, bringing hope to delicate flowers, but it only has three days of life. I tried my best to flap my wings once.”

Helena looked at him a little moved, then suddenly lowered her head, rushed out of the theater with a bouquet of roses, took a carriage waiting by the street, and left without looking back.

Staring at the back of her leaving, Levin put on his top hat again, straightened his tie, politely greeted the staff around him, walked out of the theater with a walnut cane, and got into a four-wheeled car beside the street. In the carriage.

"how is the situation?"

Ma Wei, who had been waiting in the car for a long time, asked.

"Not bad, she should have a good first impression on me." Levin had no expression on his face, neither proud nor happy: "But doing this is against my gentlemanly ethics, and I don't want to destroy her feelings .”

"No one wants you to destroy someone's relationship with anyone. I just want you to use your strengths and infiltrate London's upper-class banquets."

Ma Wei said lightly: "How to do it is up to you to decide. I believe you can do it."

Levin nodded, looking thoughtfully at the gray and bleak mist outside the car window, with an extremely serious expression.

It was at this time.
From his body, Ma Wei finally saw a shadow of the Rosy Thief.

(End of this chapter)