At first, Ilya's words didn't make an impression on the Duke. However, as the seconds passed with him contemplating her query, he slowly realized that there might be some truth behind it.
The Duke closed his eyes as he heaved a sigh.
Right then, Ilya became sentient that he was having a conflict with his morals. The lady didn't feel the least pleased about her father's behavior. It was too late for him to take her side.
He was a decade too late.
Still and all, Ilya wished to know what he was thinking.
She wanted to gamble her future on the Duke. The decision of whether to escape or confess would depend on his response.
For a few seconds, there was quietude between the two. The night breeze wasn't that forgiving to Ilya this time. It was biting as if it wanted to pierce through the lady's composure.
