---- Ever since her mother stopped being a tyrant, she had begun acting like a normal child.


    "Your...


    Your Grace, since I have you here and we cant find the Duchess, I wanted to ask where we should prepare the guest rooms? "Phe maid dared to inquire, immediately regretting it.


    The Duke didnt even look at her.


    She swore he was trembling, his shoulders shaking, muscles rigid His hands were sped so tightly in front of his lowered head that she could see the veins bulging on the back of them.


    "What?" His rough, fractured voice responded.


    It seemed like he hadnt heard her properly.


    "I mean, the Duchess didnt specifyshould we prepare the north or south wing...2" Whichever you want...


    just go,"" he muttered, barely lifting his head, The maid took an instinctive step back, nodding nervously.


    She immediately dropped her gaze and hurried out, closing the door behind her.


    Was the Duke heartbroken? Because that expression looked like pure agony.


    She could have sworn he was crying.


    The cold, unshakable Duke of Everhart...


    crying? ---- No, it must have been her imagination.


    What she could have never guessed was that his trembling had nothing to do with a fever or sorrow It was because, beneath the desk, the Duke of Everhart was still spurting hot, milky release right onto the face of the very Duchess she had been looking for.


    The perfect definition of pleasure and painthat was what Elliot felt today.


    He lifted his head and, yes, he really was crying.


    Damn it, he had gotten bitten mid-orgasm, with his cock shooting like an open faucet.


    summoning the courage, he pushed his chair back and peered down at the woman wedged under the desk.


    His wolf-blue eyes took in the disaster atop her head, her wide eyes, her entire face coated in white, thick liquid dripping from her chin down to her generous breasts.


    Meanwhile, Katherine stared at his poor, wilted, wounded anaconda, now marked with her teeth like battle scars.


    She started with a quiet, feminine giggle, herughter rumbling in his chest, until it escted into full-blown cackling at the sheer insanity of what had just happened.


    "You were actually crying?!" "What do you think?! You literally almost bit it off!" Elliot roared, ---- shaking his head, caught betweenughter and exasperation.


    Goddess, with her, every day was an exhrating, unbelievable adventure.


    Ifher madness was contagious, then he was more than happy to be locked in the same asylum with this lunatic.


    see A caravan of three horse-drawn carriages neared the capital of the duchy.


    "Darling, are you sure about this? I still cant believe it." Nora clutched her son anxiously, looking around nervously.


    Her daughter was nestled in her husbands arms, seated across from her.


    Everything seemed so luxurious, so beyond their reach.


    Could the Duke of Everhart truly be this kind of man? Why had he hired them to work at the castle? She couldnt shake the feeling that this was some kind of trap.