Luka Duchess
Perplexities

"This is not true!" a thousand times he murmured those words, there was no sense of beauty in his chains.

Those words required him to be aware, where his position and place were. That consciousness is breaking, breaking his heart.

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Duke Marcello clenched his hands tightly, the hard blow on the nightstand made the vase of roses shift.

"No! this can't be allowed. I hate him, I gotta stay away from him."

Duke Marcello again determined to be cold, considering the Duchess to be absent.

Huh

Duke Marcello called the servants to help him get ready. Today he will meet Keyna, reviving his heart.

"Mr Metteo, you haven't healed well. How about tomorrow or a few more days."

"I can't wait for him." Duke Marcello stepped away in the follow of the Knights Erland.

"Where are they going?" ask Duchess Natalie. In view of his steps, Duke Marcello seemed to have a very important business, which could not be delayed. "Lily let's get out" he added. It doesn't matter where Duke Marcello goes.

"Good Mistress."

Duchess Natalie looked around into the store, but she was reluctant to enter it and was unthinkable to buy anything.

"The Duchess!"

A jet-black long-haired man smiled at him in the company of the two men behind him.

"Who?" ask Duchess Natalie. He had no idea who the man in front of him was.

"Oh, I'm Marques Helton. Sorry to interrupt the time. I want to ask the Duke's situation."

"The wound is getting better,"

"Thank God, yesterday I met Duke at the hospital. It seems not just an external wound, seeing the Duke's very pale face I feel pity," said Marquess Helton. Rumors about Duke getting hurt have been bogged down among the nobles.

"Hospital? but yesterday the Duke was at home, maybe you saw it wrong."

"No Madame Duchess, I saw it for myself and had a chance to talk to Mister. He uses a wheelchair. I'm sure, I never mistakenly recognized Mr. Duke."

"What did he say?"

Duchess Natalie held something in her chest, confused as to who to trust. His investigation was lost without a trace, nothing he could find.

"Are you sure he's Duke Marcello?"

"What's wrong with you Duchess? of course he's Duke Marcello. I'm so sure."

Marquess Helton frowned, Duchess Natalie's question certainly invited confusion. A wife does not know that her husband is on medication, it is strange.

"Duke Marcello, let's go home Lily."

"Thank you Mr. Marquess, I have to go home."

"Together Madam" said Marquess Helton. Though he only wanted to ask the Duke's situation, but did not know he even told the Duchess. "Is it possible that Duke Marcello hid her pain from not wanting to worry the Duchess?"

As for Duchess Natalie, the woman looked out the window, her eyes hot eager to cry. Duke Marcello is playing himself, who is his husband? He could not tell which Duke Marcello was the real one.

"Mrs,"why waitress Lily. He knew his master was not well.

"Huh, did you hear that? Someone's playing me. You obviously know, Duke Marcello was at home and now he's gone. Marquess Helton told Duke Marcello yesterday to the hospital, which one is right?" Duchess Natalie laughed, after she finished laughing she stared intently ahead. His eyes were like electricity that wanted to stab his enemy.

And elsewhere.

Metteo arrived in front of his older brother, Duke Marcello. The man glanced at the glance and resumed his activities. The glasses were perched on his nose and the book in his hand. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good, Brother." Metteo looked towards Erland, as if wanting to ask for an answer to his current state.

Even the ones in the face are silent.

"Are you done? I hope it's over. I'll be back in a month."

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Metteo's heart seemed to be dislodged, he clenched his hand. His heart did not accept it, it felt so heavy to let go of everything. In front of her was the Duchess smiling.

"What do you want? back to the Duke's residence."

"I haven't thought about it, brother."

"I hope you come back, I'll pick you up."

Metteo stood up, "I have business, brother. Next time we continue the conversation." Metteo also waltzed away on the chest that felt hot.