"So, is this really a wedding invitation from Prince Y to you? Invite you to his wedding? Prince Y‘s wedding?"

"Uh－huh." Rowan replied impatiently and looked at Claudia with sharp eyes. "Do you seem excited?"

"Nonsense!" Claudia‘s excited face flushed, "Prince Y! Prince! My God, the legendary prince?"

Suddenly, Rowan regretted his decision.

Why did you take her?

Before this, she dared to be so fascinated by other men that if she really saw the prince herself, she would not forget him?

With a slight cough, Rowan put his arms around Claudia‘s slim waist and said very considerately, "If you don‘t have time, I‘ll go by myself. You are right, Uncle Mu is not here, you must keep a good watch over the distance. I‘ll go soon, and I‘ll be back after the wedding. You don‘t have to go with me."

Mr. Rowan seldom made such a long speech and said with self－righteousness. He looked up and saw her pouting and bitter face.

"You..."

"I want to go! I want to go!" She jumped up and hugged him by the neck. She did not want to play coquetry： "Take me there! How can you do this? You clearly wanted to take me to the beginning! I want to go!"

"Cough... far away?"

"It‘s good to give it to Alger and Pamela. Pamela should also take exercise. Besides, Yuanyang has been calm these days and nothing has happened."

Oh!

She said everything.

"Claudia." Narrowing his eyes, Rowan pinched her lower jaw and condensed her eyes. "What are you up to?"

"I don‘t have it."

"I tell you, you don‘t want to hit Arthur."

Arthur is the prince of Y.

"I didn‘t, can you not treat the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a small person?"

The matter of going to Country Y was so settled.

Pamela knew that Claudia would follow Rowan to the prince‘s wedding and was envious to death.

"Prince! The real prince! Are you going to see the prince?"

"Mm－hmm." At that time, Claudia was packing and his chin was proudly held high. "I‘ll also see what the prince looks like."

"It‘s not just like ordinary people, with two eyes and one nose." Pamela curled his pie mouth and couldn‘t help leaning in, "will you still go to the palace? Isn‘t the prince living in the palace?"

Looking at her, Claudia smiled and said, "Yes, do you want me to bring you some souvenirs?"

"Souvenirs?" Hearing this, Pamela‘s eyes flashed.

"Well, such as the towel used by the prince? Toothbrush? Or, the inner warehouse?"

"Hello!"

Pamela was ashamed and angry, chasing Claudia angrily.

Tired of the fight, the two men fell on the bed, panting.

"It‘s very kind, Rowan is very kind to you. The prince‘s wedding is definitely not a casual one to go to, and he even takes you to it. What does this mean, do you understand?"

Claudia lost his smile. "What does it represent? It‘s just a wedding."

"What are you pretending to be?" Turn over and lie prone, Pamela put his hands on his cheeks. "Don‘t pretend you don‘t understand. Rowan doesn‘t think you will take you?"

Claudia looked at the ceiling and stopped talking.

"But what do you think? Will you marry him?"

Marry?

The apex of the heart quivered.

Claudia licked his lips and sat up. "Don‘t talk nonsense about what to marry."

Don‘t say marry him, she didn‘t even want to marry anyone.

However, if you marry him...

Pamela doodle mouth, face buried in the quilt, urn gas： "I think, if you marry him, maybe also quite good. He is very kind to you. And he is very good and knows the prince."

Turning around, turning back to the prince‘s question.

Claudia smiled and patted Pamela‘s little ass. "Get up and go back to your bedroom. I‘m going to pack."

Pamela got up and whispered, "Really! You have all left! Leave me alone!"

"Listen to me." Speaking of which, Claudia was serious. "I‘ll leave it to you. If you have anything to discuss with Alger, call me if you can‘t."

"Oh, I know, long－winded, I will take good care of the distance, you put your heart in your stomach."