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Indeed, it was a residence worthy of the Duke himself.

“Nicole, this is where I live. Let me bring you inside.” As he said this, Levant extended his arm towards Nicole.

Nicole’s glanced at the man’s large and imposing hand but felt her heart pounding inside her chest. She had a feeling that she would be punished most severely by a certain someone if she accepted.

Bright-eyed, Nicole looked directly at the estate and asked, “Can I go inside now?” Without waiting for Levant to reply, she hurried in.

Levant was left behind with his hand in mid-air, which he retracted angrily. He quickly caught up to her to save himself the embarrassment.

The estate resembled a Renaissance painting. Everything from the layout to the hustle and bustle of servants tending to their chores felt surreal to Nicole.

Nicole stopped abruptly. She couldn’t bring herself to walk any further lest she destroyed the picturesque beauty of the place.

“What is it?” asked Levant suspiciously. He wondered why she came to such a sudden halt.

“This place is so majestic. How did my mother even get involved with all this?” asked Nicole as she gestured vaguely at her surroundings.

Nicole was so overwhelmed by the sights that she was star-struck, no matter where she looked.

also felt extremely

she had come here, to such

forget that it’s also a place filled with people. Don’t think of its inhabitants as otherworldly or inaccessible. They also have emotions and

you abandon my pregnant mother?

beauty and

twisty gallery towards the guest wing. He also arranged accommodation for her bodyguards and found four maids to attend to her

me, just let any of the maids know. I need to see to the

“Alright.”

rest in their respective quarters. With the four maids standing

sigh of relief. From the moment she entered the estate,

“People normally have more clues to work with, like a keepsake or a token. My

from the window, with a melancholy look in

trouble lurking behind

regretted letting Nicole come here. It

Levant mentioned that my mother was also Wesley’s apprentice. I think my biological father has something to do with her learning the skill in the first place. I wonder if this is

his gaze as he turned around to look at her. “That means