The Duke's Substitute Wife
Don't love me

"Viola even if you dodge. You remain a descendant of the Duke's nobility." shouted Duke Arland fidgeting in the room.

"I don't need, I don't need your confession." Viola shouted straight away running, then violently closed the door of her room.

The two people were fixated, Duke Arland acknowledged Viola blatantly. There was a sense of happiness in the heart of Duchess Eliana, while the two people were petrified. Duke Cristin was still deep into shock, yet there were thousands of flowers in his heart. Another case with Ferland, he was more shocked, his father who used to not want to admit Viola. Now openly admit it.

Ferland turned his body, his heart burning. He didn't take it that way, the father acknowledged Viola. Then choose to leave from the Duke's residence.

All night Viola locked himself in the room with the fruits he had Flora prepare. He was lazy to go downstairs and had to meet them.

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"Madamma it's dinner time" said Flora, since noon her employer did not want to eat. And just ask to serve fruit only.

"Come in." cried Viola.

Flora and Mira entered, she immediately gaping to see the woman in front of her. His feet rose to the table and ate the grapes casually. The two women simultaneously looked at the floor, grape seeds and banana peels strewn about.

"Mrs." Mumbled the two men.

Flora and Mira put the dish on the table. Viola lowered his legs, he saw the dish in front of him. His eyes sparkled to see already quite large with a decoration of vegetables and tomatoes on the edge.

"Ah, what a coincidence there's my favorite food." Viola directly picked up the shrimp, peeling it quickly stuffed it into his mouth one by one.

Mira never took her eyes off the direction of Viola. His attitude and nature are no less far from the master. He also felt astonished, because what he said was far different from his employer. The baroness said her daughter was very gentle and innocent. His daughter could not look him in the face.

But the facts say something else. The woman in front of him was a bar.

"Why do you see me like that?" ask Viola while putting in her air.

"Sorry madam," he said lowered his head.

"Hey don't be afraid I won't eat you. Come on, let's eat together." said Viola thrusting the side dish.

"No madam, we're full." Tympano Flora.

"Hey, okay I'll eat it."

Viola continued to eat. Without caring for the two servants in front of him. While behind the door, there was a pair of eyes fixed towards Viola. He smiled, then opened the door slowly. Viola to the two people was unconscious.

"Duchess."

Flora swiftly gave her a glass of water in front of her. Viola received the glass and then gulped it down. Viola rubbed the traces of water in her mouth with the back of her right hand.

"Why did you come here? like a jailing." Viola grumbled withstanding the stinging on his chest.

"I'm sorry I was..."

"Mrs, our master excuse me first." Said Flora and Mira, leaving Viola and Duke Cristin while taking the Viola's leftovers.

Duke Cristin was sitting next to Viola. Viola quickly moved his butt.

"What do you want?" ask Viola astonished. Unusually her behavior frightened Viola.

"I came here to apologize to you" Duke Cristin said in a soft tone. His attitude was indeed wrong, he shouldn't have treated Viola that way.

Viola chuckled, "Newly aware." Viola took her breath. "Don't think we're any better." Viola sipped his tea. "Because I'm not interested in making up with you."

"Duchess I know I was wrong and for that..."

"There's no need to feel guilty and I won't feel guilty either." Viola said.

Duke Cristin lowered his head, he had no face anymore meeting Viola. He was embarrassed to remember his treatment.

"What about Brother? have you found her existence?" ask Viola.

"No," I don't know, his heart doesn't want to talk about Abella.

"Why your face? like no spirit."

"I don't want to talk about it."

Viola laughed as he shook his head. "So when does His Highness the Duke not want to discuss it? usually Your Majesty will be eager to discuss it."

Duke Cristin stared fixedly at Viola. It seems that it is true, Viola will not forgive him.

"I go first, rest." said Duke Cristin, without realizing that his right hand rubbed the top of Viola's head. Right up to the doorstep Viola stopped his footsteps.

"Your Majesty the Duke must not love me. Because His Highness the Duke must know the answer, right,"

Duke Cristin only listened to him for a glance, he resumed his footsteps with an erratic feeling. Of course the answer was simply a rejection from Viola.