Chapter 200 York: I Want to Be the Empress
The island was quite a spectacle.
And there were no restrictions on visitors, except for the dress code requirement for this event.
So many people came to enjoy themselves.
Naturally, some noticed the meaning behind the island's lights.
Someone even filmed the magic trick York performed for Amelia earlier and posted it online.
Everyone who watched was amazed.
"So all this commotion on the island lately was York trying to make Amelia happy? That's so romantic."
"Am I the only one curious about how York made those things appear? I want to learn too, to impress my girlfriend."
...
While everyone was discussing it, Alvin saw it too.
He was having dinner at the moment.
When he saw it, he nearly spat out his soup.
"York, you're pulling this on me!" Alvin threw down his spoon and cursed. "Acting all nice and friendly, but secretly pulling out all the stops to make Amelia happy!"
Alvin was furious.
He had been planning something special himself, after all Seraphim was the city of romance, but now York had beaten him to it.
Remembering how York had forcibly returned that wooden fox carving to him last time made Alvin even angrier.
"No way, I need to take action!" Alvin immediately changed his clothes and rushed downstairs.
On another front, William saw it too.
He had just dropped Isabella off.
Isabella was the one who showed it to him.
As she showed him, Isabella said, "William, I think York really cares about Amelia."
William's expression darkened, but he said nothing.
Isabella smiled knowingly, hinting at something.
She said, "First he created that blue rain for Amelia, then they went deep-sea fishing together, and now they're on the island together, doing magic tricks."
"William, I see Amelia isn't refusing him. Is she planning to accept York?"
Isabella spoke with sarcasm.
William felt stung.
York, since when did he have so many tricks up his sleeve!
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On the island.
York had already walked Amelia through an entire street, holding her hand.
He led her along, touring as they went.
"I discovered these spices in a small village abroad, look."
York said, picking up a pinch and tossing it over a nearby stove.
The flames in the stove ignited the spices, releasing a strange fragrance.
Amelia sniffed carefully, feeling it was like a forest scent, making her think of deer running through the woods.
"Here." York tied a sachet to her belt.
It contained the spices that had just been burning.
And this was already the fifth sachet he'd hung on her waist.
"This reminds me of a TV show I watched before," Amelia said with amusement. "Many women made sachets for the king, and his belt was covered with them."
York laughed, then said, "That works. Then you can think of me as one of those women, my king."
Amelia was confused, then saw him raise a finger.
He said, "But I want to be the queen."
Amelia couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Making York laugh.
They both knew they were joking.
They kept walking, until finally York brought Amelia to a small stall.
It was full of stones.
"Look at this." York picked something up and placed it on a stone.
Somehow, suddenly that small stone burst into fierce flames.
Blue and yellow light mixed together, mysterious and beautiful.
Amelia took a step back.
"Doesn't it look like a burning heart?" York looked at her with a smile.
The light still hadn't faded from Amelia's eyes.
It really did.
The small stone quickly burned out, and he watched her.
He saw the flames in her eyes.
He gripped her hand tightly and brought her to the final destination.
A large square in the center.
A huge bonfire burned in the middle, with countless men and women in exotic clothing dancing around it.
York held Amelia's hand and joined the dancing crowd.
They were very close. Amelia looked at his masked face in the firelight.
She suddenly felt like she had seen him like this somewhere before.
...
Meanwhile, outside the island, a boat was speeding toward them.
Alvin was cursing on the boat.
He was carrying something in his hand, containing who knows what.
"York, you better not let me catch you!" Alvin shouted angrily.
The boat reached shore, and before it even stopped, Alvin jumped off.
His phone showed the latest intel from his people.
"The two are dancing in the central square."
This was the latest information he'd received.
Alvin cursed as he strode toward the central square.
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Central square.
Amelia looked at York before her.
Another scene appeared in her mind.
Christmas Eve.
Mulled wine.
And dancing revelry in the square.
A masked man, with a faint smell of blood on him.
He wrapped the Christmas scarf from his neck around hers, warm and passionate in the cold winter night.
She seemed to remember something.
York before her was still smiling. Two masked people, in this moment seeing not each other's faces, but only each other's eyes.
And themselves reflected in those eyes.
She hadn't been drinking, yet felt somewhat intoxicated.
Suddenly, she really wanted a cup of mulled wine.
As if hearing her thoughts, York held her hand and brought her to a nearby stall.
They were selling mulled wine here.
He handed her a cup.
Even though it was summer now.
But that didn't matter.
Amelia took the wine and sipped it lightly.
Not high in alcohol content, it felt more like a beverage, but very flavorful.
"Do you like it?" York's voice came from beside her.
Amelia nodded.
"I like it," she said softly, looking at the red liquid in her hand.
York checked his watch, which showed something, and he seemed to glance toward another street.
Then he smiled and said to Amelia, "Come with me."
Amelia put down her cup and followed York to another place.
There was a huge hot air balloon here.
"Want to go up for a ride?" he said.
"Sure." Amelia followed him into the hot air balloon's basket.
Only the two of them were in the basket. As he operated it, the hot air balloon began to rise.
As the balloon rose higher and higher, Amelia thought she glimpsed someone on the ground jumping up and down in anger.
But because it was too far, she couldn't see clearly who it was.
Amelia blinked and looked at York beside her.
She saw a hint of mischievous smile in his eyes.
"Who is that?" Amelia asked.
"Alvin," York said. "He wanted to come intercept us. Someone notified me as soon as he got on the island."
Thinking of Alvin jumping around like a flea just now, Amelia really couldn't help it this time and laughed out loud.