No Longer Your Puppet, Duke
Before Derrick could even turn around, a pair of slender arms wrapped smoothly around his neck from behind.
"Duke ... I finally found you," Aira whispered, leaning in to press her soft cheek against his ear.
The black-haired man flinched. Instead of feeling pleased, his anger flared. With a rough, sudden shove, he broke her embrace and spun around to face her.
"Are you out of your mind?! Who allowed you to touch me in a place like this?!"
Aira offered a sorrowful, fragile smile, her glassy, light purple eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "When the Duke is angry, it breaks my heart."
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