Rebirth of England.

"I have to say, you were stunning tonight, Ms. Moore."

"But the 'date' you arranged tonight is quite surprising."

Barron usually saw Yulia in professional attire, but today she rarely wore a long skirt, which made him feel bright.

Especially when the two of them were standing on the shore, the wind blew by, blowing the hair on her temples, and a burst of fragrance hit her face.

Yes, for this date, Barron took Yulia to a yacht club on the Thames River. The two of them were standing on the dock, with a graceful white yacht in front of them.

"It just so happens that I have a rare opportunity to relax, so Ms. Moore, don't you think it would be a rare and pleasant time to sail the yacht together and enjoy the night views on both sides of the Taiwan Strait?"

"If it's like you said, you just want to enjoy the night view... Also, Your Highness, can you drive a yacht?"

At first, Yulia thought that Barron had rented the yacht and took the two of them on the Thames River. But when she got on the yacht and found that there were only two of them on the entire yacht, she couldn't help but ask.

Barron does not know how to drive a yacht, of course, this is talking about his predecessor.

But in his previous life, he participated in many yacht parties, and during those times, he also learned to drive a yacht, so there was no problem for him today.

"Why, if you're worried, it's still too late to regret it."

Although Barron said this, Yulia saw that he sat in front of the cockpit very skillfully and started to drive the yacht, and she knew that he really knew how to drive.

The yacht Barron rented was just a medium-sized yacht. At this time, he also thought of the super yacht Eclipse, the Russian rich man Abramovich who will buy the Chelsea football team next year.

That is the real palace on the sea. That is to say, his current net worth is still too low. If he buys such a medium-sized yacht, he can afford it, but it is not very interesting. One day in the future... he secretly thought that he would also buy one. A very impressive superyacht...

"Don't you know how to drive? Ms. Moore, driving a yacht is actually easier than that. Do you want me to teach you?"

"That's no need. Anyway, even if I learn how to do it, I can't afford it."

Hearing her words, Barron smiled:

"Don't be so unsure. I can guarantee that as long as you help me manage the family fund, you will definitely be able to afford it in the future. At least there will be no problem with such a yacht, or I can give you one by then."

"Are you really so confident in the future of the family foundation? Your Highness the Duke."

"Of course. Have you forgotten what I told you? I am a genius."

Seeing the confident expression on Barron's face when he said this, Yulia's beautiful eyes turned from him to the lights on the shore...

If she thought the other person was too arrogant when she heard him say this for the first time, now, she really felt that the heir to the Devonhill family was very different from what she remembered before. He was able to achieve what he is now. , it can be said that at least she has a slight sense of agreement with Barron's words at this time.

"I know that your investment company donated 2000 million pounds to Chatsworth Manor, and also formed Devonhill Ecological Agriculture Company, so next..."

"Ms. Moore..."

Barron interrupted her:

"We are on a date today, so we won't talk about work. If you want to know about these things, you can talk about them tomorrow."

Barron parked the yacht in a wide area of ​​the river and took Yulia to the living room of the yacht, where today's dinner was already laid out.

"At least it's not cold yet, so please enjoy your meal, Ms. Moore."

Barron opened the cover on the dishes and showed a satisfied expression. He pushed back the chair on one side and said to Yulia.

"Thank you."

"So for this wonderful night, I specially prepared this bottle of red wine."

"I don't want you to get drunk and drive later, Your Highness."

"Haha, don't worry, there are no traffic police on the Thames."

……

It was a cool night in London at the end of August, especially after having dinner together, when Barron and Yulia sat on chairs at the stern of the boat and quietly watched the night.

"Ms. Moore, I'm a little curious. As far as I know, you came to the family trust fund after graduation. Did you have any relationship experience before?"

Yulia drank half of a bottle of red wine, but it seemed that her drinking capacity was really good, not least because she had the blood of a fighting nation flowing in her body.

But at this time, under the moonlight, it could still be seen that there was a little more confusion in her eyes than the usual calmness.

"What? Are you interested in this? Your Highness the Duke."

"Today we are on a date, and I usually see you more like a 'workaholic', so it's not too surprising that I'm curious about this."

Maybe it was because of drinking, or maybe it was just because of the atmosphere tonight. If at normal times, Yulia would have refused to answer Barron's question, but at this time, she looked up at the night sky and said lightly:

"Of course I've had my first moments of love. After all, I'm not as weird as you think..."

"So it was during college?"

"Ah."

Yulia tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ears and said with a hint of reminiscence:

"It may not be a complete love, but I was very tempted at the time. It can be said to be a secret love. There was a senior student at that time who was very talented. At least at that time, I always looked up to him..."

"What happened next? No confession?"

"No……"

Speaking of this, Yulia's expression was a little strange. She hesitated for a moment and continued:

"It should be said that on Valentine's Day that year, I was ready to confess my love and bought chocolates until...I saw him hugging another boy."

This reversal happened so quickly that Barron almost couldn't hold back his laughter...

Well, that's very British indeed.

"Only this section?"

"Well, if you don't count that thing you know."

Barron knew that what she was talking about was the mutual affection between him and his brother that ended in nothing.

"It feels a little cold, Your Highness, shall we go back now?"

Seeing her standing up, Barron also stood up. The next second, he pulled Yulia into his arms, and then...

After a long kiss that was a little rough at first, but gradually became better, Barron let go of Yulia:

"So, this is your first kiss?"

"I can refuse to answer..."

Barron smiled and shook his head. From her awkwardness just now, he already knew the answer.

"Let's go back, Ms. Moore."

To be honest, his words still surprised Yulia, because she had already made certain preparations when she agreed to his "date" tonight.

Just when she felt a sense of loss inexplicably and was surprised by this feeling, Barron seemed to see through her thoughts and turned to her and said:

"I said, today is just a date, Ms. Moore, there are some things that I won't get by betting."

Looking at Barron's back walking towards the cab, Yulia suddenly felt that she seemed to have never really known the heir to the duke from the beginning to the end.