My Ex Mr Duke
Clues

Not reaching in front of the border door, Viola revealed the curtains beside him, his mouth gaping at the sight of some bodyguards. "What is the bodyguard from the Duke's residence? I have to protect my two kids, yeah." Violeta Mumbles.

"Stop, we want to check something." Violeta stiffened even more, she chanted all her prayers so that one of the guards would undo her intentions.

"Mia, you come out and prevent them, I'll do something so they don't recognize me" said Violeta, who was joined by Mia's waitress. The woman went downstairs to prevent one of the guards, then spoke to the bodyguard while glancing into the carriage.

"Servant Mia," Violeta came down while covering part of her face with a handkerchief. "What's up?"

The bodyguard looked strangely at Violeta's face, her forehead filled with red spots. "What's wrong with miss's face?"

"I have an infectious disease" he said, glancing at Mia's waiter who was gawking. He blinked one of his eyes faintly.

"Ah, right. Our mistress had been itching for a week, so we came here to seek treatment." Mia's waiter menopoli Violeta said so that the bodyguard would not be suspicious.

"Sorry madam, please go." The bodyguard shuddered in horror, he could not imagine his face if infected and terrible.

"The train behind it, my son's car,"

The bodyguard nodded, then allowed Violeta and Milea's servants to enter his carriage to continue on his way.

Violeta and Milea's servants finally breathed a sigh of relief, their plan going perfectly. One thing they made sure of, the bodyguard was very stupid. Everyone who entered Hunderbugh City first had already been checked. Had Violeta had a disease, and the spots were visible from the start she would not have been allowed to enter the city of Hunderbugh.

Violeta removed the red lipstick, which had small spots on her face. After a while, his face was back to how it was.

Clean, without makeup polish and shine.

At exactly seven o'clock in the evening, the train that Violeta and her two children were riding on arrived. They came down with lethargic faces, struggling in their minds.

"Alfred, Aleta."

Violeta crouched down, a sweet kiss landed on their forehead. Then a warm embrace from him. "Mother loves you so much, I'm sorry you must be surprised by this sudden return. You have made new friends" said Violeta. His heart was intent on keeping them away.

"It's okay Mom, we're bored there anyway. We really want to go home, really, brother." Aleta clasped the brother's hand."

"Yes, Mom. I'm bored there."

Violeta felt that something was not right, it was strange. It was Aleta who was very adamant about wanting to stay longer there. Maybe because of their bond.

"Yes, you guys have a break, a good dream. Sorry I didn't deliver you."

"Mia, prepare warm water for them." Violeta's orders.

"Good Mistress."

Alfred and Aleta kissed Violeta's cheeks simultaneously, almost forgetting their nightly routine. Every night, the mother kisses on their forehead and they reply with a kiss on Violeta's cheek.

Violeta held onto her forehead which felt full by the Duke's mind. He was busy with fear all day.

While on the other side.

Duke Aland just arrived at a house, all day he was looking for the whereabouts of Violeta, at least she still has a clue, a dress shop in Roos More. After investigating everything, it turns out to be true, the store owner was on behalf of Violeta and she had already found their place of residence. Two-story house, far from the capital. There's a garden of purple yams, carrots and corn. Only then did he know the unique story of his first wife. She loves gardening, oh well deserves a Duchess gardening. "Did she completely cover up all her identity for my sake. What I like, he'll like it and what I don't like, he won't like it." Luckily there was no one there, no bodyguards guarding the residence.

"Master, please. We're done opening the door."

Duke Aland nodded, he twisted his body, then entered the door of the simple residence. The tail of her eyes swept through each room, there was one painting that made her body tremble and cold heat, a painting of Viola and the two children who had met her this morning. His hands trembled even more as he touched that one painting,

"Check all these residences!"