Bridgerton Books The Duke And I นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Thinking that there was a quite huge possibility that the cold-blooded butcher would buy her, Lili felt like a fishbone had been stuck in her throat. Even though the Duke looked handsome and fresh outside, it wouldn’t matter if his insides were rotten. Lili bit her lips and waited for the old lady’s reply. She hoped that the old headmistress could think of a solution for her current source of trouble. The duke. The man that had been dubbed as the ‘Butcher of the North’. She didn’t wish for a bloody duke as a sponsor, especially if the man was someone infamous for killing young ladies… like her. She wished some dragon would just swoop her away and be done with it.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Is that your dog?” I accused softly. The question wasn’t meant to anyone in specific. The Duke was watching me; his eyes burnt a hole in my face. His pupils darkened once our eyes met; he had them in purple again. I was surprised by their presence, the three of them in one place. My eyes seemed to not leave him as he did a new look. He cut his hair and dressed up neatly; he was as handsome as the first time I saw him. I felt happy for the thought we both cut our hairs. He had it brushed back from his forehead, like a gentleman. I pondered about the sorcery used to manage the strands in place with such volume. He wore a long black coat, a waistcoat of deep gr

"We were engaged three years ago. For six months. I broke it off when you came back to town." "You left her for me." "I left her because I realized I was settling. Because I knew—I've always known—that you're the one." Duke's eyes were earnest. "Isabella means nothing." "She doesn't think so." "I can't control what she thinks." "No, but you can control whether she's touching you." Valentina's voice sharpened. "And you let her." "For two seconds—" Duke stopped. "Shit. That's what I said to you about Marcus."

Rebecca saw the look he wore-certainly a sign for her to avoid him-and she swallowed nervously. "I-I will go and set the table for Her grace." Zita stuttered cowardly and quickly left the two. The bang of the door made Rebecca's heart beat to increase. Being left alone with the Duke made her nervous as she already was. The Duke stood a step forward, standing slightly opposite her. "I hope you like the room?" He asked her plainly. Rebecca nervously nodded and avoided eye contact. The Duke looked at her, and then her belly. He seethed at the sight of her pregnancy and heaved. He had his fist clenched behind him.

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ok I didn't expect her to lie but the way she say it nobody will believe her, she looked too nervous, her hands are shaking, the cloth used to wrap the baby fall one side exposing his back and birthmark, the Duke's eyes fall to it, he scrolls, eyes fix on the birthmark, he steps forward, the duchess step backward he carried the baby from her hand she was reluctant but he gave her a hard stare and she releases the child, he opens the cloth on the baby, he gasps, the wife peep to see what he's looking at, when she saw it she draw in a shaking breathe "did you see this," he asked "yea, should, I did" she stammer the duke rolled his eyes at her and walked away quickly, I followed him. one, out o

I said, my voice surprisingly calm, “you could’ve simply said you wanted Annalisa to take over. All this talk of fire and passion... it’s getting quite theatrical, wouldn’t you say?” He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Perhaps,” he conceded. “But where’s the fun in that?” I sighed, the fight momentarily draining out of me. “You’re impossible,” I muttered, collapsing back into the plush armchair. “And you, Anne,” the Duke continued, his voice softening, “are far too quick to dismiss people. This Adrian fellow… there’s something about him. A certain… spark. Perhaps he’s not everything he seems.”

He didn't even look up when he saw me standing in front of his desk. I was a little curious about the appearance of Duke Nigel. He never appeared in the novel because since Ario made his social debut on his eighteenth birthday, he had inherited the title of Grand Duke, and his father, Ian Nigel, had completely withdrawn from public life. This event took place before the beginning of the first act of the novel. I hesitated to bow to the duke. My posture might not have been accurate, but no one would correct a six-year-old. He finally looked up at me, his dark hair and bloodshot eyes. His handsome but emaciated face. The genes are really powerful, the Duke is practically the adult version of A