The Duke's Flower is Precarious (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 117

The letter in Kaeron’s hand was crumpled as ruthlessly as the furrow between his brows.

“Ha……!”

Unable to suppress the fury boiling up from deep within his gut, a sharp breath burst through his clenched teeth.

His eyes—having reread the words Aidel had left on the paper countless times—were so bloodshot that his usually blue irises now appeared dark crimson.

No matter how many times he read it again and again… the gist of her letter remained the same: she wished to end their unnecessary contract right then and there.

Written as though answering an exam question—“State the reason for terminating the contract”—the letter clearly laid out her rationale for dissolution.

– I greatly respect your intellect. During the term of our contract, if you serve as Grand Duchess and manage the ducal household affairs, I will support your studies at the Imperial University. Upon graduation, I will grant you a divorce as you wish.

Throughout the letter, she demonstrated that the very reason he had first proposed the contract to her was now meaningless. She asserted that she no longer needed to manage the ducal household—and as proof, she had left behind her administrative notebook along with the letter.

He didn’t even need to examine the contents of that notebook in detail to understand. Knowing her as Imperial University’s top student, she would have already compiled a flawless, comprehensive guide for all duties.

⌜…Therefore, I believe there is no further reason for me to remain in the ducal household. Three years is far too long a time to spend without purpose—and it is time that will never return. Rather than waste such precious moments, I believe it would be far more meaningful for both you and me to invest this time in our respective futures.⌟

Her time spent here with him was meaningless. Kaeron pressed his palm to his throbbing forehead. The warmth there had now become a stinging, sharp ache.

– I want you to stay by my side for the rest of my life. To me… you are the only one.

Last night’s memory sliced sharply through his mind. The euphoria and fullness he’d felt as he held her close—the woman who had accepted him wholly—and in that overwhelming surge of emotion, he’d finally revealed his true feelings to her. In response, her expression had grown distant, and without a word, she’d simply closed her eyes.

He hadn’t expected an immediate answer then; he’d only wanted to convey the sincerity of that moment. Because his feelings for her were unwavering, he hadn’t felt impatient. He’d already resolved to keep her by his side for life, by any means necessary.

– I thought I might… miss you.

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