As everyone turned towards the sound, an astonishing scene unfolded before their eyes, like a dream brought to life.By the intricately carved moon gate, Duke Reginald stood with his arms crossed, casually leaning against the doorframe, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched the crowd. He held a glass of red wine in one hand. Dressed entirely in black, with subtle dark red embroidery along the hem and cuffs, he exuded an aura of mystery and authority. Almost as if orchestrating his entrance, a sudden gust of wind swept through, carrying with it a flurry of blossoms from the trees outside. The petals whirled around him as his clothes billowed dramatically in the wind, creating a scene that was both captivating and haunting.Amidst the swirling petals, a smile suddenly graced his breathtakingly handsome face.There was a beauty about him—deeply alluring and dangerously seductive—that, combined with his piercing eyes, drew one in irresistibly, compelling them to surrender, even
Everyone present knew that Duke Reginald possessed exceptional martial skills. With his prowess, it seemed impossible for him to have lost his balance and spilled the wine so easily. It was clear that he had deliberately damaged the painting to provoke His Highness Zachary, given Zachary's fondness for it! Zachary's anger flared up, but he kept his composure, glaring coldly at Duke Reginald as he said slowly, “This painting is a Fitzroy family treasure and a cherished work of Miss Miranda. To destroy it so casually, don’t you think it’s rather excessive, Duke Reginald?”“Is that so?” Duke Reginald shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze shifting slightly. “Miss Wensley, I’ll send a Joshua Van painting to your estate another day as an apology.”The crowd gasped. Joshua Van’s works were among the highest-valued paintings on the market. Trading a Samuel Hawthorne painting for a Joshua Van piece was an incredibly advantageous deal!Miss Wensley was stunned and could only nod in a daze.Duke Regin
Zachary clenched his fists tightly, his chest swelling with anger. Gina, standing nearby, grew concerned, fearing he might lose control. She gently tugged at his sleeve. This small gesture helped Zachary regain a bit of composure. If he lost his temper over something so trivial, the carefully crafted reputation of being refined and kind-hearted would be ruined. Forcing a smile, he said, “Lord Reginald, you must be joking. It’s just a painting. As long as Miss Miranda doesn’t mind, why should I?”Duke Reginald clapped his hands, feigning relief. “That’s good to hear. I knew it—Miranda, you won’t mind, will you?”Miranda had no choice but to nod obediently.Reginald’s lips curled into a smile as he looked at her, thinking to himself. How sweet and compliant she pretends to be! Just like last time at the palace, acting as docile as that Persian cat Lady Liudmila keeps—soft and fluffy on the outside, but claws bared in secret. Not only did she bite me, but she also had the audacity to sto
Not long after walking, they came upon the entrance to a courtyard. Inside, the garden was filled with stone benches and a stone table, and the sound of water trickling from a pond filled the peaceful and secluded atmosphere.Duke Reginald, satisfied with the quiet setting, chose a spot by the pond and sat at the stone table. Looking at the obedient and quiet Miranda standing beside him, his mood lifted. He pointed to the seat across from him and smiled, “Sit down.”“I dare not,” Miranda only wanted to finish this quickly. “If you have something to say, My Lord, please do so.”Duke Reginald narrowed his eyes slightly. “I said, sit.”Sensing a hint of danger in the air, as though he was on the verge of losing his temper, Miranda didn’t dare disobey anymore. She quietly did as she was told and sat down.Seeing her comply, the duke’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. He leaned forward lazily, resting his arms and head on the stone table. Listening to the sound of the water, inhaling th
As expected, after Miranda had been left waiting under the sun for another half hour before being dismissed, she was immediately confronted by an indignant Quintina and June, who had come to demand an explanation.June, who had been absent for a while, now appeared beside Quintina, her face concealed by a purple veil, presumably to cover the handprint on her cheek. With a cold sneer, she remarked, "Cousin, there's no need to ask further. This Miranda, dumped and still wandering around, is clearly looking to land herself a wealthy husband. The Duke of Reginald has high standards, so he may not fancy her, but if she has the chance to spend time with him, you can bet she's already trying to seduce him.""Such confidence—perhaps speaking from experience?"Was that how June had ensnared Andrew? But her focus now needed to be on handling Quintina. Since the moment Duke Reginald had voiced his intentions, Miranda had been formulating a plan, and now it was ready. Feigning an innocent, childli
Seeing her agreement, Fulton smiled brightly, a flush of color creeping onto his face again.They walked side by side, unaware that everything was being observed from behind. Hidden among the trees of the garden, a pair of eyes, followed their every move. Watching them leave, the owner of those eyes narrowed them slightly in displeasure and murmured, “Harland, go and...”As they made their way toward the front courtyard, a maid suddenly appeared in front of them. Upon seeing Fulton, she let out a small sigh of relief, bowed to them, and addressed him, “Master Sheffield, Mrs. Sheffield twisted her ankle and has been looking everywhere for you. Please, come with me quickly!”Fulton, ever the dutiful son, hurriedly gave Miranda a few brief instructions and followed the maid.Watching them rush off, Miranda felt a vague sense that something was wrong, though she couldn't pinpoint why. As she pondered the thought, a hand suddenly covered her mouth from behind, dragging her into a nearby cou
This man could see right through her thoughts. Couldn’t he be a little less intelligent? Since it was impossible to hide anything from him, she decided to ignore him and turned her head away. Against someone who could see through you completely, any trick was futile; she no longer wished to play the fool.Reginald was highly displeased with her attitude. He forcibly turned her face towards him and said, “Speak up! Who is he to you? Miranda, good girl. Tell me, okay?” He deliberately softened his voice.Miranda closed her eyes and covered her ears, choosing to ignore him entirely.“Miranda, if you keep this up, I’m going to get angry!” Reginald’s tone was icy, but Miranda remained unfazed, which only fueled his anger. He suddenly said, “Fine, if you won’t talk, I won’t force you!”Miranda, surprised, opened her eyes and met Reginald's gaze.“But since you’ve chosen not to speak, I’ll tell you the truth. Yes, you’ve offended me! I’m targeting you on purpose. Not just now but in the futu
In the same grand, opulent study as every other night, the King sat at his desk, reviewing reports. At some point, Tom had slipped in quietly, dismissing the attendants before speaking in a hushed tone, "Your Majesty, I’ve gathered information on Miss Miranda."The King's red pen paused mid-stroke, and he looked up.A faint scent of ambergris filled the room, delicate yet deeply penetrating. However, after Tom’s report, the air seemed to thicken, the atmosphere growing tense and oppressive. “What did you find?”His regal yet slightly aged face remained calm and indifferent, betraying no emotion. But Tom, who knew him well, sensed the King's foul mood and cautiously replied, "Not wanting to alert anyone, I did not investigate too deeply into the Croyso estate. All I know is that Miss Miranda is the daughter of the late Lady Croyso, the former wife of Lord Croyso. It’s said she was deeply loved by him, but she passed away young. After her death, Lord Croyso’s mistress, Sophie, brought a