The Duke's Passion

Chapter 675 My bad

Silvia rushed to her chambers and cried a river. Her pillow was drenched with tears, hating Rufus for messing with her heart once again. She hated the man, but deep in her heart, she knew she didn't hate him to the point she didn't want to see him.

She just couldn't understand it. Rufus had kept his sentiments to himself all these years, but suddenly, he would spew all that. Despite that, Silvia didn't have the luxury to dwell deeper into his remarks as she bawled her eyes. Her tears continued, face buried in the pillow.

As the night fell and only her sniffles filled her room, Silvia hiccuped. Slowly, she pushed herself up and looked around the dark bedroom. Her eyes fell on the armchair near the bed, narrowing her eyes at the silhouette of the man sitting on it.

"What are you doing here?" she asked and hiccuped. Silvia endeavored on his face, but she couldn't make up what sort of expression he had on his face, aside from knowing he was looking in her direction.

"Are you here because of your brother again?" she continued. "If you are so concerned about him, don't go to me because, between the two of us, he was the one who was hurting me. Not the other way around, Fabian."

"I came here because your miserable state makes me feel better." His voice was low but nonchalant. "It makes me think there is someone who is even more miserable than I am. Thus, please continue."

"Hah..." she laughed in disbelief, shaking her head mildly. "Just what did I do to be tortured by you two? The other one gave me a sliver of hope only to take it away, while the other enjoys watching me wallow in misery. Really... what a joke."

Fabian remained silent while Silvia laid down once again.

"I hate you two," she whispered, expressing her contempt towards the Barrett Brothers. "You shouldn't have shown up in my life."

"That's my wish as well, Your Royal Highness," Fabian replied after a minute of silence. "You shouldn't have appeared in my brother's life."

Fabian halted in his tracks as he glanced over his shoulder. "The next time, you'll pay," he warned. "But this time, I will make sure you won't emerge from it."

Silvia frowned, watching his figure leave the chambers until the soft click of the door reached her ears. She had known all along what sort of person Fabian was. Both of them nearly became in-laws, so Silvia sort of had a close relationship — although it may sound presumptuous to even use that term.

"What did he even mean by that?" she grumbled before collapsing on the bed to wallow in her sorrows. But alas, after Fabian's visit, her attention shifted to the strange remarks Fabian uttered. Yet, no matter how deep she dwelled in it, Silvia simply met a dead end.

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Meanwhile, the second Fabian exited Silvia's chambers without a sound, he halted. He looked to his left and his eyes instantly landed on a small and petite figure leaning against the wall.

Tilly raised her head and gazed at him, her crimson eyes glowing in the dark. "Your seal is broken."

"It's been broken for a long time, Lady Tilly." Fabian sported a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I thought a simple erasing of memory will fix it. You shouldn't have agreed for Her Royal Highness to retrieve the things I forced to erase."

"It can't be helped." Tilly retracted her back from the wall. "I'll resign to bed. Have a good night."

As she walked away, she heard him whisper. "You came here because you thought I will kill her?" She continued and only answered under her breath.

"My bad."