But The Duke Isn't Home Mga Nobela at Kwento

I asked him, saving him no face. I saw his face turn red and then turned to almost a shade of purple due to his anger. "Saintess, I don't think that's the way you should talk to your father." Duke Bartlett reprimanded me. "Duke Bartlett, I didn't know that this is a family dinner and not a meeting with higher ranking officials." I replied. "Alright. Enough of that. It was our lack of foresight for not checking if the dragon is really in the northern forest or if there are other dragons. I will send someone to personally check this information." His Majesty stated.

Silence hung heavy for a minute, giving me a chance to slip out of the closet. Maybe I could crawl under the bed. Or maybe not, ugh! Footsteps again. Stifling a groan, I scurried back into the cramped closet, leaving the door a sliver open for eavesdropping. This Trevor fellow, unlike the Duke with his dark, brooding presence, was all sunshine and golden curls. Built smaller than the Duke, he couldn't have been much older than me. Yet, here he was, wanting to share hushed tones with the enigmatic Duke. A spark of hope ignited within me. This conversation, shrouded in secrecy, could be the key to making Lawrence happy.

“Mr. Duke is in the hospital,” “Fuck! How dare he!? I won’t let him come between us!”

I exclaimed, standing up unable to hide the relief in my voice. Chase didn't answer me, just gave me a quick glance and turned back to face the Duke. " How the hell are you here? We're on the second floor!" The Duke stood up too, his posture was tense, his eyes red, and now it was obvious that he had been drinking heavily. Chase settled himself on the ledge and crossed his arms, took a deep breath and replied: " I'm not sure it's appropriate for the Duke to be in a married woman's bedroom in the middle of the night."

I didn't want to be here. As soon as I entered the front door, I knew something was wrong. My parents were sitting on the sofa facing the entrance, apparently waiting for my return. "What's happened?" I asked nervously, wringing my hands in front of me as I waited for the inevitable explosion "Duke is here" my mother said tightly. "He was wounded during a rogue attack and wouldn't have made it home." I hoped and prayed that neither of them would pick up on how my heart began to race. Please don't let them notice how much electricity seemed to bounce through my body at the mere mention of Duke being in the same house as me.

The Duke posture himself properly, and he puts his hat back into his head. "I am calling you both here since I received a letter from the Raphbarg Kingdom." Then, King Edwin looks at the Raphbarg Knights as they all nod at him. King Edwin didn't hesitate to continue, "I am aware that this letter contains the information that we need to know about Lady Berenice's offense in the Raphbarg Kingdom." Sighing, the Duke rubs his forehead as he looks so distressed. On the other hand, the Duchess didn't even bother to show any concern, which is worrying the King about this family. However, King Edwin knows his limitations, and he cannot invade their privacy or pry the Duke's family.

“Olivia Reign. Your bride-to-be. You have to come with me to meet her in Reign mansion two days from now.” Duke takes the photo from his father’s hand before speaking. “She looks just like her,” he whispered. Edmond raised an eyebrow as he asked, “Have you met her?” “No,” Duke quickly answered, before turning his gaze outside the tinted window. “But the woman...” The woman is not on the other side of the road anymore. “Woman?”

The Duke calmly watches his mate fall into a blissful sleep. He came to this place for something else. Never in his wildest imagination did he think that he would run into his mate. And that too someone he knows very well. The arena is empty except for him, Roseanne and Pyodor. “Er...sir?” Pyodor begins. “About that two hundred million creds…” “Ah yes,” the Duke nods. “Send the guards away.” Pyodor motions his guards to leave while the Duke tends to his mate. He lays Roseanne tenderly on the ground as if she is as fragile as glass. His mate really is delicate and he will take good care of her.

Said the duke of the island. "You've been saying that for months, Duke, but nothing is happening! My son! I don't know if he's alive or dead." The woman cried. Many people around there were crying and even though I didn't ask, I knew that they were also among those who lost. "What can I do Mistress? The palace doesn't even do anything. What can I do?" He said and turned his back and left the people there. I frowned so we teleported quietly and followed the duke.

I tried to joke, but it came out weak. Duke gave me a small, tired smile. “Yeah, well, it’s been a hell of a day.” Ryder closed the door behind him and locked it. “What’s going on, Duke? You look like you just saw a ghost.” Duke ran a hand through his messy hair. “Not a ghost. Worse.” “What do you mean?” I asked, standing up. My legs felt shaky. Duke took a deep breath, his eyes not meeting mine. “I saw Marcus.”