Cesare's remark caused Count Domenico's expression to twist into one of disbelief. It mirrored the look of stunned surprise Eileen wore earlier when he'd mentioned the "dog."
Count Domenico remained rooted to the spot, speechless. While Eileen blushed and glanced up at Cesare. She hadn't anticipated seeing him again today, knowing he had entered the palace.
To see him both yesterday and today was beyond belief for her. What's more, Cesare had come specifically to see her.
'I'm so glad I became the Grand Duchess.'
It felt surreal to be in such a relationship with him. Suppressing the urge to pinch herself, Eileen parted her lips.
"I heard you're busy."
"I am," he replied leisurely, brushing Eileen's wind-tousled hair with his gloved hand. The touch of his leather glove against her skin made Eileen momentarily hold her breath. Cesare chuckled softly as he playfully tapped Eileen's nose with his finger.
