"Princess Betty, it's been a few days, and you seem even more beautiful."
Recognizing Abel, Betty immediately curled her lip disdainfully.
"I wondered who the guest Grandma mentioned was, turns out it's you!" She swayed her riding crop as she walked over, casting a sidelong glance at Abel, "Mr. Abel, what brings you here?"
Just now, she was at the archery range, when suddenly her grandmother called, saying there was a guest at the house and asked her to entertain them. She thought it was some important guest, but it turned out to be this playboy.
Abel smiled, "No need to be nervous, Your Highness, I'm not here to ask you out."
"Better be so!" Betty snapped the riding crop against her palm, "Otherwise, you'd be in trouble."
"Actually," Abel stepped forward and moved to her side, "I came to propose."
"You!" Betty's expression changed drastically, "How dare you!"
