'She shouldn't have accepted him!' shrieked Duke Kleo inwardly, while his eyes flashed an aura of death as well as fear as if death was crawling under his feet, ready to swoop on him.
Time seemed to slow down and even really stop when Marquess Helmut had expressed his intention to make Lyra become his mistress. Now they just need to hear the answer from her.
"She likes me too, Kleo. Will you sell her to me?"
If only Marquess Helmut had inquired about Duke Kleo's willingness to sell Lyra, without needing to make a statement saying that she liked the marquess, perhaps the duke would have quickly rejected the offer.
Why did he have to sell Lyra? That girl? His beloved girl? His soul mate? His lover? His woman? His future wife? The mother-to-be of his children? There is no single most basic reason that makes him have to do that when he wants to marry her as soon as possible.
