All Chapters of No Longer Your Puppet, Duke : Chapter 131 - Chapter 138

"Then stay here with me until morning comes," Roselyn stroked Kaelus's cheek, running her fingers through her husband's soft silver hair. "Don't think about the documents, don't think about the Baron, don't think about anyone out there. Just for a little while, Kael. Spend this night with me.""I'm not going anywhere," the man replied, staring intently at the figure before him. "Do you want me to massage your feet?""Could you... massage something else?""You naughty girl, what are you thinking?""I don't know, maybe... the same thing you want."Kaelus let out a long breath of profound relief. The heavy weight pressing on his chest seemed to lift as he looked into the depth of his wife's brown eyes.

Baron’s favourite girl turned her steps into a narrow alley between two closed shops, leaning against the brick wall, clutching her rapidly heaving chest."Calm down," she whispered to herself. "Calm down."Her hands trembled as she reached into her skirt pocket, ensuring the small letter was still there. The reply letter from the robed man, containing the new address where her family was being "guarded."She closed her eyes briefly. The image of her mother's face appeared out of nowhere—the way her mother combed her hair every morning before she left for work at the mansion, the way her mother always said, "Be careful, child. Don't mess with the people above."It was too late for that now.She had already messed around. She had opened the mansion's back gate for those robed men three nights ago, receiving a pouch of silver coins far greater than her yearly wage, and promising to stay quiet.She thought it would be that simple. Stay quiet, get money, keep her family safe.She did not

Baron Adrienne held his breath tightly as his fingers stroked the tiny glass bottle slipped behind his belt.Every tick of the wall clock in the room echoed like the swing of an axe drawing closer to his neck. He had been forced to surrender his conscience to a demon ever since Carl’s dagger grazed his abdomen last night.Before stepping out into the dim corridor, he stole a brief glance toward the canopied bed. The Baroness was still fast asleep, completely motionless—proof that Carl had indeed mixed a sleeping potion into her drink."Forgive me... I have to fix this," the Baron whispered, closing the bedroom door as silently as possible.His footsteps faltered with hesitation as he navigated the deserted hallways wrapped in dim shadows. Thoughts of the unborn child in his favorite young maid's womb clashed sharply against Roselyn’s warm smile.At the corridor intersection leading to the lower wing, the Baron abruptly stopped in his tracks. He hurried to press himself behind a pillar

Night slowly crept over the Baron's residence, which stood quietly on the outskirts of the domain. Drizzle dampening the old roof tiles refracted the moonlight into a thin haze.The bone-chilling air seeped through the gap of the balcony window, which had been intentionally left slightly open. A gust of night wind made the grey silk curtains inside the room sway gently.“He will come. Calm yourself,” he muttered to himself while waiting.The Baron sat alone in a rocking chair, facing directly toward the pitch-black balcony door.There was only a small candle lit on the wooden table beside him. Its flame flickered rapidly, nearly extinguishing every time the wind snuck in, carrying mist from the rain.