Duke’s beautiful tailor - Chapter 39
“Ugh. I will ask for forgiveness again when I see the Duke tomorrow.“
Helena felt a little sorry. The pale, old gentleman was looking at her with a worried face. It was heartbreaking to not be able to tell him the truth.
“Now that it has come to pass, tomorrow I will also go with you.”
Helena quickly shook her head, “No, Jerome. It’s okay.”
“I’ve already told you everything about today, and he didn’t get angry. I think the duke just wants to ask something. So it will be okay.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Don’t worry too much. If he were really angry, he would have given a decree today. Since that’s all, I can tell you step by step about what the Duke wants to know in detail.”
“All right. Then let’s go downstairs together, Miss. Say goodbye for today and let’s head back home. To see the Duke tomorrow, you will have to prepare in various ways.”
Jerome’s face was somewhat unclear, but he didn’t ask any further questions. So Helena followed him out of the drawing-room.
All the way home, Jerome sat in the carriage, waiting for her to talk more. But Helena just stared out the window without saying a word.
It was the best for Helena. No matter what, it was heartbreaking.
It was because her heart never calmed down.
“Miss Helena Stud is here.”
The next day, Helena visited the Duke of Bronant at 2 p.m. Just like before, she greeted him in the living room on the second floor.
Helena tried not to tremble but inevitably felt her voice trembling.
Today, the duke greeted her with a wonderful appearance that made people admire him. He walked into the living room in an almost black, dark green robe, one of Raynor Stud’s creations.
As he entered, he was looking straight at Helena.
The dress, which was cut to fit the body, was quite luxurious, but the dark color and minimal decoration showed the duke’s ascetic and masculine appearance well.
Helena was wearing a dark sky-blue dress with rich pleats on the skirt, a long sleeve hem, and a wig that May painstakingly made into curls overnight.
She tried to keep her composure, catching the piercing gaze of Duke Bronant, who was staring at her.
“Welcome, Miss Helena.” The Duke came, making an elegant gesture.
He took Helena’s hand and kissed the back of it politely. Helena felt her heart beating again.
Unlike yesterday, this time it was a little dry, but soft and warm lips touched lightly and fell off. Today, she felt something hot on the back of her hand. Helena felt her cheeks sting, hoping her face didn’t turn visibly red.
“I’m sorry I went back in a hurry yesterday,” said the duke, who politely offered her a seat as he sat across from her.
“It’s alright. You said you had to meet his Majesty the King.”
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