Romans & histoires The Duke And I 2nd Epilogue

I tried, my eyes following him around the room as he absentmindedly undressed, walking from one end to the other. “I can tell you don’t believe me, but trust me. Behind that hard exterior is a heart of gold. He’ll do anything for his children.” “I’m sure he will. Listen –” “It got me thinking… Kids, matings… It all seems so final, doesn’t it? It should be end game. It should be happily ever after. I know them two have a lot to work out, but I really believe they can make it.” “End game… right.” I gulped nervously, “Duke I need –”

However, due to the closeness, Melissa's lips accidentally grazed the Duke's cheek, and if anyone were to look from afar, it would look as if Melissa was kissing him. Duke Kensington didn't flinch this time, instead he quickly turned his head and moved towards her lips to give her a quick peck. Melissa's cheeks instantly turned red, and she looked away without saying anything. 'Did he think I want to kiss him? This is so embarrassing.' Duke Kensington looked at the blushing woman and said gently, "The Prince has taken his medication and he's asleep now." On that note, Melissa was reminded of what Lady Anastasia had done.

"Now, I will tell him to get ready." Max was waiting in Duke's study room. His face beamed when he saw her entered the room, "Chili, have you done?" "Yes, Maxwee. We can go now." Duke raised his left brow. His expression became colder, and he tightens his grip on the white tea cup he was holding on, "Chili and Maxwee? What is that?" "Father, our nicknames were so cute, right? I really like it." Cecilia grin widely.

"Wait, isn't the Duke impotent?" "Huh!?" Chloe did not understand at first but then the realisation hit her all of a sudden. She also heard something like this before! Then again, when her eyes fell on the little fellow her excitement inflated. "It could be a rumour too. He has a son, remember?" Melissa followed Chloe's eyes and looked at the little boy on the bed. "But..." She still can't accept it as a total whisper. "Maybe, there is some truth in it. I mean, a word does not get out if it wasn't spoken, right?"

--- Seraphina's POV "Your Highness, more news from the capital." My head housekeeper delivered the report in my sun-drenched seaside villa. "Duke Alistair and his son are dead. They say it was the backlash from a dark ritual." I sat in a white wicker chair, the sea breeze soft on my face. My cheeks were rosy. My body was healthy. It was as if I had never been sick at all. When my heart had stopped, I thought I would go straight to heaven.

He pretended to be still angry, making Alameida let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry, okay, Ray?" whispered Alameida in a velvety voice. Old Duke didn't answer immediately. But he then spoke in a low voice... "I'll find a species of cat that isn't afraid of Lycan for you to keep. Just wait." Hearing that, Alameida immediately widened her sparkling eyes at her husband. "Ray! Oh, I love you—!" . . . ---------------------- My heart is warm :DD Old Duke and Old Duchess' relationship is exactly like my Granpa and Granma, but reversed! My Granma was a serious lady and my Granpa was very mischievous with a sweet, velvety voice.

“There’s a man, small, grey-haired who comes sometimes to fix the wine cellar thermometer. He hates Aaron. Says Aaron ruined his daughter’s wedding. Doesn’t sound like much, but he talks. People like him have loose tongues.” I pictured him: grey hair, hands that smelled of oil and vinegar, a man who said what he thought and then hid because he’d learned the hard price of speaking too loud. Even that seemed like a tall order. I had spent a life learning that most plans amount to paper when someone with a gun decides otherwise. But the ledger hummed in my pocket like a warning. “You thought of running,” Duke said when we were alone again in the kitchen, when the staff had moved on and the mans

She sighed and looked back at me. "I want to make a deal Duke Lionel"

“I'm sorry you had to see that.” “That? That was nothing. Matter of fact, I might be a little turned on right now.” “What?” “Yes.” He chuckled, sweeping his eyes over my face, maybe to make sure I wasn't pulling his legs. Then he nodded. “I'm glad you don't see me as a disgusting, violent…” At the front of the room, Duke interrupted him. “Dominique is our guy, and he's moving fast so we gotta be faster.” Caspian moved his eyes from Duke’s to mine. “We're going to complete this conversation later, Doll.”

“And Mama… she ain’t waking up.” The Duke felt his heart drop at the sight of his mate's dead body and his jaw tightened There was no time to grieve. He tore the silver medallion from his neck — the crest of House Etrama, the legacy of their bloodline — and shoved it into Ivan’s palm. “Listen to me,” he ordered urgently. “You have to run. Now.” “But—”