The Duke's Substitute Wife
Ferland's anger

"Duke, tomorrow morning I want to go out."

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Duke Cristin immediately choked. Her chest feels hot, what else is her nose. He immediately grabbed a glass of water beside him. Duke Cristin looked towards Viola. It feels so weird, Viola wants out. It was not usual for him to come out if there were no invitations from the noble ladies.

"Did the Duchess accept the invitation?" duke Cristin asked, wrinkling his forehead. Usually he would have the kitchen maid report to him.

"Nothing" Viola replied in a faint tone. "Do you need an invitation? there's no other problem, right." Viola glanced cynically at Duke Cristin. Then move on.

Duke Cristin and Duke Arland just stared at each other. They continued their dinner.

"Flora, I want to go to the horse. Yes it can be said to go for a walk." said Viola while opening earrings in his ear. Then put it in a small box.

"What's the lady doing there?" ask Flora.

"Of course I'd like to ride a horse. He wants to dance." Viola replied wrongly.

"Huh," Flora just stared in surprise at her lord. As long as he was a servant, he never saw his lord riding a horse. Even until now, he felt doubtful towards the woman in front of him.

"Hey, you won't understand. Let's just say I changed direction because I'm a kind, gentle and beautiful person.

While Flora raised the corner of her lips while squinting her eyes. Astagah, has the world turned upside down. His master can praise himself. He even cooked some weird food. But it's delicious on the tongue.

"Hey," Viola pointed to Flora's cheeks that were drowned in her daydream.

"Thinking soul mate," Viola clucked his waist. Though all this time his loyal servant was never close to any man. According to tradition, if the servant is married then they should follow the husband and stop working.

"Ti-no mistress. Where could I get married. I still want to be with the madam." said Flora as she pursed her lips.

"Already madam. I don't want to talk about it. Anybody wants to be with me anyway. Waitresses buluk like this."

Viola stroked his chin, the woman in front of him said buluk. Seen in terms of its appearance. White skin with brown eyes, a sharp nose and a sexy body only adds a little makeup. "You say women like you are bulluk. Maybe his eyes are short."

"That's it, come tomorrow. Come with me out for some fresh air." said Viola as he walked out of his room followed by Flora behind him.

Viola stopped his footsteps, he saw the two Doctors in the living room.

"What's wrong?" viola asked one of the servants not far from his side.

"Duke Cristin and Duke Arland upset madam's stomach. So the two doctors examined Duke."

Viola chuckled, yet covered his mouth with his right hand. He was sure that the two dukes must have a stomachache because the fried rice was too spicy. It was fortunate that he separated his fried rice with the fried rice of the servants.

"Sok, strong." said Viola raising both shoulders and leaving.

While on the other side.

Duke Arland was accompanied by his first son, Ferland. After hearing the news that his father was sick. Ferland soon found him. Hopefully nothing will happen to her father.

"Did you eat wrong? until Dad got a stomachache," asked Ferland as he tidied up his blanket.

"No, I was eating Viola's cooking. Maybe Dad's stomach is already allergic to food." said Duke Arland who did not want to blame Viola.

"When did you call that kid Viola?" asked Ferland curious. Just this time his ears heard a name that made him sick. More out of the mouth of the Father, than ever since the birth of the Father never called his name.

"I-I might just be numb." said Duke Arland did not want his pride to fall.

"I'll make the calculations for him. It's all his fault that got Dad poisoned. He must have wanted to kill Father and Duke Cristin." he said, unwilling to accept with anger that began to explode. He walked out of Duke Arland's room in a hurry. He looked for Viola by asking the waiter.