BL, MTL | The Squeamish Beauty is Mistaken for a Heartthrob

Chapter 10: Pry

The squeamish beauty mistakenly becomes the heartthrob of Shura Field [Unlimited]
Author: Yu Youmian
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The Duke's Will (10)

　　"I didn't expect it to be you, Mr. Swinburne." The butler's voice came from behind.

　　The butler walked forward and politely invited him to go towards the castle.

　　Seemingly understanding Lin Yuxing's doubts, he said, "Maybe Madam doesn't remember. At the Duke's funeral, Mr. Swinburne came to lay flowers." The

　　three of them walked into the castle, and a maid happened to bring Ceylon black tea.

　　Butler: "When Mr. Swinburne first arrived in the small town of St. Namer, I was worried that you would not adapt to the customs of the town. I just regretted that you were busy with everything and could not fulfill the duties of a landlord for the Duke."

　　"But now it seems. Come on," Bertram paused slightly, "I'm worrying too much."

　　More than adapting well, Lin Yuxing remembered the respectful attitude of the men in the living room towards Swinburne.

　　The two mentioned things other than the plot introduction, and the young man listened attentively, completely unaware of the tight body of the maid who poured the tea.

　　She lowered her head, her face was pale, and her hands holding the tray were shaking. Under excessive tension, the pot of hot tea was poured straight towards Lin Yuxing.

　　The scalding tea was steaming, and it was unimaginable to see it being poured on him.
　　The young man obviously had no time to react and stared blankly at the teapot.

　　At the critical moment, Lin Yuxing was pulled into a hug.

　　Bertram took off his tuxedo without hesitation, raised it up, turned around and protected the young man in his arms, then rolled up the teapot and threw it out.

　　The incident only happened in an instant. Even though he reacted quickly, a lot of tea still splashed on his back through his tuxedo.

　　Bertram hummed, his voice low and hoarse, like a cello playing in a church. The hot and humid breath tickled Lin Yuxing's ears, making them feel numb.

　　His embrace was unusually warm, like a wide haven.

　　In his ears was the strong heartbeat of the butler, who still remained calm and composed.

　　Lin Yuxing's heart was burned, but he realized it later and burst into tears, "Bertram, are you okay?"

　　The butler stood up and took off his tuxedo, leaving only his thin shirt soaked in tea. After it is wet, you can easily see the burned skin inside.
　　It was clear that he was the one who was injured, but he patiently coaxed the young man into tears that flowed down uncontrollably.

　　"It's okay, Madam, I'm fine." He gently wiped away the tears on Lin Yuxing's eyelashes, "I've lost my manners in front of Madam, please allow me to go down and rest for a while." There was

　　a slight force on the hem of clothes, and Lin Yuxing gently grabbed it. The hem of his clothes was afraid of hurting him if he was too strong, and he looked at him with moist eyes.

　　Like a pitiful little rabbit.

　　Meeting the young man's pure and red eyes, Bertram couldn't help but feel soft, "Madam, don't worry, I will find a family doctor to treat you." The

　　pathetic and negligible force on the corner of the clothes disappeared until the housekeeper The figure disappeared from sight, and Lin Yuxing reluctantly looked back.