-CHAPTER 37-
When the Duke threw himself back onto his chair, thin-lipped, with ears tall as he listened in for what Lovetta had to say, he hadn't anticipated she'd say that. Which, to be fair, wasn't a bad ask. It just went against his own clear bias and personal preconception of her.
Well, was he wrong? To think she must have some not-immediately-too-obvious hidden agenda for coming to him at first?
Did she, in fact, have nothing up her sleeves, and he'd unjustly picked her apart in his head the whole time?
So, he was supposed to believe that her coming there was utterly and solely for Estella's benefit—no ulterior motives, whatsoever.
That it?
Félix caught Bach's shadow furtively flick past his gaze as the Butler drifted from the doorway to plant himself in the center of the room instead.
Félix noticed him standing there and breathing loudly enough for everyone everywhere in the large house to hear him.
Félix grimaced and did nothing about it.
