Solomon glanced at Bert who did not know what to do either.
"What is it?" I asked him, "if you cannot take the na show that I can find soone who can Solomon. It’s fine."
"No," he shook his head, "does it have to be now?"
I nodded. Of course it had to be. I did not want to get Tristan the chance to know about this. It would be fun to irritate the man just as he did .
He nodded and stepped back before turning around and walking.
Once again we were in the similar position of one of them walking in front of and one behind . As we neared the destination in the other part of the castle I realised that my excitent had died down And The dread finally started to settle in.
To be honest there was nothing about the topic that I was going to talk about with Allen. Marilyn had died and the only person that I could talk with about how much I love her and what kind of woman she was Alan even though he did not know her as much as I did.
"Please wait here," Solomon turned to , "I shall wake him up and see if he is dressed decently."
I nodded. I would never want to look at Allen like that. He belonged to Marilyn.
I averted my eyes away from the door as I thought about it. I did not want Allan to move on from Marilyn but their marriage had been for hardly a day or two and I could not expect the man to grieve forever. He was going to move on one day and it would hurt to see him with anyone except Marilyn.
It hurt to realise that I had to move on as well. Soone was going to take rilyn’s space. Even though they might not step up to where she was, soone else could have to replace her slightly.
I frowned when I heard it. What was that?
I stepped closer to the door. Burt stood where he was. I heard a giggle?
A giggle?
But it was obvious that it could not be Solomon’s laugh or Allan’s. So who was laughing inside?
I gasped. How dare he!
It had not even been an ear for Marilyn to pass away and this man was already enjoying fucking soone else!
The giggle was obviously belonging to a woman. By the giggle,l I could tell that she had practiced it very well.
How dare he!
Without thinking twice, I banged on the door and opened it. I marched inside his rooms and Allen frantically covered himself with the blanket.
The sight was enough to prove what happened. The burning candles that had not been extinguished in the night, the pillows that were scattered around the bed and the Tangled sheets all over the evidence to what has taken place here already.
"How dare you!" I yelled at his face as a rage burnt inside . "How could he even think of doing this to her!"
"To who?" He whispered back. The n still appear to be in shock as I was standing in front of him while he was barely clothed and hiding himself behind a blanket.
That made even more angry. "Y-you want to hide behind a blanket?" I pulled on it as he pulled towards him to save himself. "Give it to ! You have done everything yourself to rob you of that right!" I scread as I pulled on it.
"Lady Genevieve, what are you talking about!" He growled, "stop this at once!" He glared at as I glared at him. How dare he even try!
"How could you do this to her? I understand that you have to move on but it has not even been an ear to her death!" I picked a fallen pillow on the floor and threw it at his face. "I cannot believe the audacity you have, Allan. I thought that I was making a good decision while giving rilyn the permission to marry you but here you are!" I scread.
I could not even begin imagining the death of the betrayal that I had felt. I always thought the connection between Marilyn and Allen was sothing pure just like I had imagined it to be with Tristan and . He had betrayed her. It had not even been a year and he had Betrayed her.
"What in the world are you talking about won? Are you sleeping or drunk?" He spat.
"Drunk?" I whispered and repeated. "I think I was drunk that day when I allowed Marilyn to marry you. You do not deserve her in any way!"
"Mind it!" He snapped.
"You do it!" I scread back before I had sothing behind . She must be here.
"Where is she?" I asked him before stepping back and moving towards the bath area. She must be hiding there.
"Genevieve, co back!" I heard him say it but it was too late. I had already started to move toward the bathing area. She had to be there if not then she was definitely in the dressing area.
"Where is she?" I scread as I marched to the room. I opened the door with as much force as I could. I would love to scare her in this. Only to stop short.
It was not a whore that I expected it to be. Infact, She was not a mistress by any ans.
She was . . . but she could have co back from the country. There was a possibility.
Right in front of my eyes was her. But it could be the sa face?
They were awfully familiar but that did not an that she would do this. How is this possible for her to do? Could she have. . Co. .ba—
"Princess . . ." She whispered and I stepped back in fear. My eyes could not leave. Was it really there? Was this a hallucination?
But she took my na. She had to be real or she was a ghost.
"rylin. . ." The word left my mouth.
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