The Atrocious Duke'S Wife
Chapter 46: Anastasia's lover

THIS WORK IS FICTION. NAMES, CHARACTERS, EVENTS, PLACES, ARE JUST A DELUSION. PLEASE READERS BE WISE IN RESPONDING.

The atmosphere in the room was very tense. After a sentence was uttered from the mouth of the physician, all the humans in that place fell silent.

Like just been hit by an unexpected reality and not yet had time to be predicted.

Now a woman with brown eyes clenched her palms in front of her chest while smiling sweetly with her head tilted.

"Isn't this good news?" abugn. "In that way, won't Arlen soon be a father?"

"Then, that way this house is not too quiet because there will be a child who enliven it," he said.

"And also, I can also feel what it's like to hold a baby, right?"

"Cassandra..," said Anastasia, bowing. The guilty face adorned her beautiful face.

"Oh yes, Doctor. How old is she?" ask Cassandra.

"The age of Mrs Anastasia is very young. So, try not to do heavy work and not get too carried away by emotions. Because it can affect the fetus in his stomach," explained the healer at length.

"Uhm, are you really sure about this? I-I mean, are you really sure I'm pregnant?" anastasia asked still in disbelief.

"Of course, Madam. Why would I lie?"

The blond unraveling woman folded her lips with furrowed brows. "All right, then. Thank you."

"It's been my duty, madam. Well then, sir, Madam, I say goodbye first," the doctor's message passed.

The atmosphere was silent, no more conversation. All the humans in the room seemed to be busy with their own thoughts.

Until finally, the feminine voice is now back to break and get rid of the silence that flooded.

"Sorry.I'm sorry, Cassandra.a-I, I really don't know if everything's going to be runnin' like this. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything at that time...."

Anastasia lowered her tears profusely, the woman covered her face with both palms.

Everyone would surely be pityed if they saw the beautiful woman sobbing like that.

"What did you say? What are you apologizing for? Isn't this good news?" cassandra asked closer to the woman and rubbed her back slowly.

Anastasia threw a hug at the brown woman, with a cry that never subsided or stopped.

"I'm sorry, but I said that I don't want to destroy the relationship between the two of you anymore., but I'm a hypocritical woman" isak Anastasia.

"You don't have to apologize. Besides, you're Arlen's wife too, right? You should've been carrying her child, then why did you even apologize to me?" persuade Cassandra to calm the foggy Anastasia.

"Didn't the healer say not to get too carried away by emotions. So stop crying, or your son will feel sad too, will you let the child cry?" add the woman.

He could see Anastasia smiling in the midst of her cries. "Thank you for forgiving me, Cassandra."

Cassandra smiled back. "Then I go to my room first. Because there's still something I have to do."

Anastasia nodded slowly. Cassandra began to step out into the room.

Before he fully came out, the woman had looked at the man who had been in the room and had no voice.

He gave a mysterious look, but then he quickly stepped out.

The blond girled man gasped, his chest ached.

The woman's gaze was even sharper than a dagger that had just been sharpened.

Though it was just a mere gaze, but it was more than enough to make the infamous Duke feel immeasurable pain within him.

...🥀...

Blam it!

The sound of the door being closed with the feeling of being in a hurry was deafening and capable of making anyone surprised.

A woman was the perpetrator who slammed the door, quickly he locked the door of his room.

He then tendered his body, to calm the emotions that had been stifled now churned inside him.

The woman breathed out softly by raising her head up.

But unfortunately, the woman could no longer hold back her emotions. The mask of falsehood that showed that he was fine instantly cracked and shattered.

His body slumped because the energy seemed to no longer flow throughout his body.

The tears are now flowing in silence. Her lips were shaking, but the sobbing never came out.

He curled his legs, unable to endure the pain.

The cold seemed to be mourning and trying to calm him, but the cold actually pierced the skin to the bone.

Though he had just enjoyed the moment and happiness approached him when they spent the time until the sun came down and the moon was his duty to light up the earth.

But now sadness strikes him again, as if there should not be a single happiness that comes and goes with it.

Geck! Geck!

There was a knock on the door, but the woman ignored him, as if deaf to all the sounds.

His misty feelings blocked his hearing and stopped him from doing anything.

To shed tears and feel the pain of reality is all he can do.

But he did not know that the man who knocked on the door was a man.

The man he made his heart anchored in, the man he gave all he had. The man he loves, even though fate forbids him to do so.

The knock produced by the man was not touched, so the man chose silence while leaning his back on the door of the woman's room which he must have hurt his feelings.

The man's mind floated, recollecting and re-recording the events that had made such a situation.

Then find a way out of a place filled with fog that misleads the way.

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Cassandra is currently singing her lips with a sour face. The woman is currently making plans to take down her enemy.

An ancient paper, became where he spilled the writing that came from his mind.

He scratched and he wrote a plan that had crossed his brain, then observed the results of his writing.

Kernyitan was painted on his forehead, then with annoyance he tore and crushed the paper into a ball shape.

"Gram!!" he was annoyed while scratching his head in frustration.

"How do I make a plan if I don't know the plot of this story!" grunts to yourself.

"Ah, why am I so fucking? Suppose I knew the whole story, then it would be easy to solve this problem!" it's unceasing.

I don't know who he cursed, grumbled, but the woman looked like a writer who was stressed because she could not finish the story she made.

His mood was bad because of the events of a few days ago, and even his feelings sometimes still felt disoriented.

Sometimes, his chest ached again and his eyes warmed up. But he quickly denied the whole reaction.

He supported his chin, then played a quill pen on his fingers and stroked it around his ears.

His brain seemed to meet a long but dead-end road, making the master very upset and confused.

"Ah, it can't be like this. It could destroy my brain later. I'd better get down first" he told himself, then got up and closed the door to his room.

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Arriving in the kitchen, Cassandra poured water into the clear that was in her grasp and drank it slowly.

"Mrs!"

Bruff!

His hands stretched out to wipe his lips, and slowly the woman turned her head to cast a sharp glare at the perpetrator which surprised him.

Elise instantly goosebumps and she quickly pretends to be stupid with a bland laugh.

"A-astaga, Mistress. How can you be so careless? Ehe." The old woman grinned with her eyes closed.

"Crackling? I wouldn't be careless if my waitress didn't call me all of a sudden and startle me" Cassandra and Elise said.

"Pardon me, ma'am. Has surprised you." Elise bowed her head.

"Yes," Cassandra answered briefly and took back the drinking water to quench her thirst.

"Madam, you seem a little pale. Are you all right? Your eyes also look sunken," Elise looked worriedly at Cassandra.

"I'm doing fine. Just a lack of sleep" Cassandra replied.

Elise seemed to be exhaling with fury. "You always do, always hiding the problem. Try to be open with others, ma'am. It can slightly lift the weight you carry," advised Elise in a weakened tone.

"I told you I'm fine, what makes you think that?"

"I have been with you for a long time, Madam. I know when you're hiding a secret and I know when you're in a good mood."

"Elise-"

"I beg you, Madam. You don't have to carry everything, at least talk to someone about something that bothers you."

Cassandra's speechless. Not wanting to answer or attack.

"Elise," he called.

Elise turned her eyes to Cassandra. The aged woman then flinched with a gaze directed at her.

"There's a limit if you want to be close to me. Take care of your attitude, and know your position," harden it with a cold tone.

Elise looked down, then said. "I'm sorry, Madam. Has disturbed you."

"Go back to work."

"Good, Mistress. Then I say retreat," said Elise then away from the woman's view.

After a while Elise left, Cassandra sighed softly with a twitch in her dark brown eyebrows.

"Huh.at least with this he will not ask any further," he murmured.

He deliberately behaved like that, because he did not want Elise to ask more deeply.

The woman also seemed to be thinking. "I'm so bored in my room, I'd better take a walk to clear my head."

...🥀...

The snow that fell from the sky was not as fierce as before, but the cold was still the same.

In the back garden, Cassandra takes a walk to breathe fresh air and calm the mind.

A fountain was engraved with a statue on it, filled with snow that froze the skin.

Cassandra removed some of the snow that covered the edge of the fountain so she could sit down.

He sat down while enjoying the weather, the sound of the wind like a rhythm that calmed him.

He's back to thinking about his relationship now. And he was still confused and upset about it.

After the war, they both expressed love and their relationship improved.

But before long their distance away due to a painful incident in which the man spent the night with Anastasia.

He also wanted to be honest with the man. And the man apologized to her, and they spent time together where they first met.

But again their distance back away because of the painful news yesterday.

Huh, this really is frustrating. Will their relationship continue like this?

Slightly improved, then soon it deteriorated again and repeated as it continued.

He was tired, and he was confused as to what to do. He wants to take down the enemy, but he doesn't know how.

As his mind floated and wandered everywhere, his net accidentally caught the figure of a woman with suspicious behavior.

"Anastasia?" ask in the heart.

Anastasia looked dizzy and the movements produced by the woman also looked suspicious.

Cassandra was confused. "Why is he suspicious like that?"

The woman walked like a cat, making no sound.

He hid behind the wall to avoid being seen and tilted his head to see Anastasia's behavior.

Anastasia appeared to wave her hand and then a strange horse carriage approached the woman.

Before long, Anastasia raised the horse carriage.

"Surprisingly, he's very suspicious. Not even the horse-drawn carriage belonged to Arlen," Cassandra murmured.

"I have to follow him."

Cassandra rode in a horse-drawn carriage in the courtyard of the Floniouse mansion, then told the coachman who ran the chariot.

"Follow him" he and the coachman nodded obediently. He rode on a horse-drawn carriage to follow Anastasia secretly.

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Cassandra was getting suspicious and suspicious. Anastasia's train was headed to an unfamiliar forest and was located far away from their residence.

Anastasia's carriage came to a halt, and she from behind told the coachman to stop and get off the carriage.

Anastasia walked into a secluded house in the middle of the forest.

Cassandra followed him secretly. Carefully, he continued to follow Anastasia's steps until the blonde woman entered the runway.

Anastasia did not close or lock the main entrance so Cassandra easily entered following her.

Anastasia entered a room and still the same, the blonde woman did not close or lock the door.

Cassandra carefully approached the door and slightly pressed her body to hear something from inside.

"Are you suddenly calling me for no reason like this?"

"What's wrong if I want to see my lover's pretty face?"

The shocked look could not escape Cassandra's face, the woman was completely shocked.

So all this time Anastasia had a boyfriend?! He never really thought of getting there.

And not about Anastasia who has a lover that makes Cassandra surprised, but also the voice of the man who became the woman's lover.

He could not have forgotten that voice. He remembered it very clearly, as he was quite close to the figure.

He really didn't expect all this.

^^^I Become Wife of the Atrocious Duke

^^^22 December 2020^^^