TL/N: Heres the chapter you missed out on yesterday. Ill upload a chapter on Sunday to cover for that missed day. As a heads-up, Ill be busy for the next few weeks, so expect so days where I might upload a chapter on the next day. Anyways, enjoy reading! >_<
However, contrary to his angelic appearance, which made him seem like he wouldnt harm a fly, this beautiful man was holding Beckys wrist quite forcefully, I might add.
Let, let go of ! cried Becky.
At the crushing pain, Beckys whole body writhed in agony as she tried to get away from the man.
Oh, you want to let you go?
The man raised an eyebrow.
If you want, Ill do it.
Then as if he had touched a filthy rag, he released Beckys wrist.
Becky dropped to the floor like a disposed rag doll.
Argh!
The man looked down at Becky with a bone-chilling gaze.
Watch that mouth of yours or youll be screaming even more.
Becky looked up at the man with a weary expression on her face, drained of all her energy.
The man returned her gaze with an eerie smile.
That mouth is your undoing.
I, I stamred Becky in fear.
Shes indecent, doesnt know manners, and she disregards the status of her superiors.
Contrary to the cheery tone in his voice, the mans eyes reflected the complete opposite.
She was gossiping all over the place.
But
Not only about the Crown Prince but her Majesty, the Empress as well, recklessly badmouthing them said the Duke as he cut her off from speaking.
Becky was now trembling like an aspen in the wind.
As I listened to the mans slow dialogue, my teeth chattered as if I had swallowed a piece of ice.
Not to ntion, the mans red hair and vivid green eyes reminded of soone I was familiar with.
That person is .
Youre, Your Excellency, the Duke of Rochester!
A woman who entered the laundromat, almost scread when she saw the man.
She was the court lady who was in charge of the laundromat.
Wait, youre the Duke of Rochester?!
Surprised as if I was going to pass out, I widened my eyes.
When I looked around, the other maids had the sa expression as .
No wonder I thought he resembled the Empress for so reason
You really must be the Duke of Rochester!
Matthews Rochester.
The Duke of Rochester and the head of the noble family.
His splendid appearance proves that the young duke currently stands at the apex of the imperial nobles.
Also, the Duke Hes the older brother of our empress.
That ans .
Umdid our probationary maids do anything wrong? asked the court lady.
It was at this mont, Becky and the other maids who teased the Empress were done for.
The maids looked my way with contemplation, silent remorse evident on their faces.
The Dukes smile darkened a bit.
This probationary maid and those maids made fun of his Highness, the Crown Prince and Her Majesty the Empress, he answered.
Although it was a simple statent, the repercussions it spread were truly enormous.
But the Dukes words were not over yet.
Besides, this probationary maid was not only arguing with an official maid but also threatening her said the Duke as the atmosphere shifted to one completely dominated by his presence.
How amusing.
The tone in his voice conveyed how apathetic he was to how Becky or the maids felt.
The court lady was speechless, unsure of what to do, and so-called out to the Duke.
Y- Your Excellency!
It seems that the court lady must re-educate her maids and probationary maids.
However, the Duke only answered coldly.
The court ladys complexion beca as white as a sheet of paper in an instant.
At that mont, Becky crawled miserably on her knees and grabbed the Dukes trousers in an attempt to dissuade him.
I am so sorry! This ti, this ti, so pleaded Becky.
If you are really sorry, shouldnt you humbly accept the punishnt?
Having said that, the Duke pulled his feet away with an elegant movent.
Your Excellency, please !
I have no intention of letting this go.
At those resolute words, Beckys body slowly slumped to the floor.
Becky sat down with a bewildered look on her face, so utterly shocked to the point, she couldnt process what had just happened.
Im going to ask both of you myself so that I can look forward to what kind of disposition will be made.
The Duke of Rochester, who made his position clear, suddenly fixed his gaze on .
Uh, ? Why ?
I felt like I was getting chills.
Excuse , I didnt do anything wrong.?
At that ti, the Duke asked a question in an indifferent voice.
You said you were the maid of the empress.
What? Yes, twats right. Im Charlize.
Perhaps he didnt like my incorrect pronunciation as his dark green eyes narrowed.
Are you going to the Empress Palace?
Yes, I am!
Then go.
Leaving only that remark, the Duke took the lead.
While following the Duke in a hurry, I glanced back unknowingly.
Becky and the maids were staring at us from behind with blank faces.
Sothing told that I would probably never see their faces in the Imperial palace again.
Emotions surged as I jerked my head forward, only to be taken by surprise.
It was because the Duke had walked far ahead without realizing it.
Why are you walking so fast?!
Such short legs, the Duke comnted quickly.
Only after teasing about my short legs, did I start running and kept pace with the Duke.
Well, thank you. Thank you for helping .
I gasped for breath, breathing heavily through my mouth.
Then, the Duke looked down at with an emotionless gaze.
What. Cant I even say thank you? thought Charlize, slightly unnerved and irritated.
Still focused on , the Duke was slow to speak.
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