Hearing the whispers around him, Arthur's face turned even redder, yet his gaze did not waver, still looking at her intently.
Upon hearing these words, Ophelia's face did not show the joy and shyness that Arthur had hoped for; instead, she frowned slightly.
She awkwardly averted her gaze, her eyes unconsciously falling on the other side of the ballroom—on Prince Colin, who had just danced with her and then elegantly walked away.
She didn't dislike Little Aber; in all fairness, he was also handsome, polite, and gentlemanly, and his family background was impeccable. It's just… he's too young.
Especially compared to Prince Colin, he was like an undeveloped child. She really couldn't bring herself to have any romantic feelings towards him.
In contrast, she wished for Prince Colin to stay by her side, telling her more about his adventures in the jungles of the Gana Continent.
