The Duke's Substitute Wife
Handkerchief
#Sorry yes, the title is changing. You don't feel good when the name of the title is similar/sama😊.
#Happy Reading, sorry if the plot is not to your liking. This is just a world of pestle, not being real yaðŸ¤
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Duchess Eliana shook her head, "Can't, Vio my daughter. Lilliana can't take him away. I'm entitled to Vio." Duchess Eliana is standing up.
"Calm down, Duchess, we have to think of another way. If you want Vio here," said Duchess Arland. His face was very riled up, he could not think clearly in addition to his meeting with Lilliana. The shadow of his face haunts him. That woman was different. He's not the Lilliana he used to be, which he just ignored. She was like a woman coming out of her shell.
"I'll talk to the Duchess." Duke Cristin headed for Viola's room leaving the three men.
"I don't want to know, Duke has to bring Lilliana back. That way, Viola won't go." Eliana. He did not care about the arrival of another woman anymore, not but the second wife of Duke Arland. She is also his legal wife and has the right to live in his home. He never harbored hate, which he knew. It is only because of political marriage. He did not blame Lilliana. As long as he's at the Duke's residence. Lilliana had always kept her distance from Duke Arland. If he comes later. Instead he wanted Duke Arland to be fair to his wife and children.
"Mother, don't think she should go back. Think about your feelings, Mother." Tympano Ferland. She did not want her mother to endure the heartache anymore.
"Can you keep Viola in our house? do you know Ferland, I love Viola. If only Lilliana had returned. He should have come back. The Duke's residence also has a right to it. She's also your mother, she's the wife of His Highness the Duke. He should have had that justice, too. He deserves to be happy. His Majesty should have treated himself fairly long ago. We must be living happily." Lirih Duchess Eliana, then turned her face.
Duke Arland lowered his face, he was indeed wrong in terms of family. He should not have treated Lilliana so rudely and heartless. Lilliana also did not want this marriage, but when remembering her reunion. There was a strange taste in his chest. He also remembered that hateful look. There was a sense of unwillingness and guilt in his heart.
"Let's find Lilliana, we'll talk to her." Duke Arland.
"We'd better talk to Mrs Lilliana." Ferland. She agreed with her mother's words despite her dislike.
"Mother," Ferland looked down. Right, it was that he used to dislike Viola, yet now he felt very eager to be with her. He was confused by his own feelings after the injury.
While Duke Cristin went into Viola's room. After telling Flora to bring her room spare key. From earlier he knocked and mentioned Viola's name, but there was no word.
"Duchess." Duke Cristin approached the balcony. The air was getting hot, but the woman in front of him did not care about the heat of the sun that touched his body.
"Duchess, why are you here?"
Viola glanced over, "Why come here? there's nothing more to talk about."
Duke Cristin followed the tail of his eyes that looked at the front garden, he turned his head to look at the woman so deeply. His left hand he moved, tucking the Viola boy's hair into his ear. So that he could see his face.
"What are you doing?" Viola ignored his whereabouts.
"I'm sorry, maybe you won't accept it or you throw away the word, but the heart will be relieved when we apologize for being guilty whether it's forgiven or not."
Viola tilted the corner of his mouth, "I'm sorry it's necessary, but it won't change everything."
"Vio, at least you didn't leave Duchess Eliana."
"She's my mother, where might I leave her."
Duke Cristin smiled. "Can't there be a little love in your heart. Are only Marquess people in your heart? can't you open your heart just a little for me."
"Heh, it was Your Majesty who ignored me. Treat me as good as you can, then now. I don't think I need it." Viola left him. Duke Cristin also chased after him without realizing Mira who brought a juice hit Duke Cristin. Until the juice wet his clothes. Mira nodded as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief that made Duke Cristin round his eyes.