This Life, I Will Save The Duke (20 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 47

By the time Kaius had finished preparing for bed, the night was deep.

He had secretly hoped that Ariel would be waiting for him in his bedroom again today, but she had easily disappointed that expectation. Pressing his temples, he headed toward the door leading to his wife’s room.

When the door opened without resistance, the corners of his mouth softened into a gentle curve. As he stepped inside, a soft fragrance and the warmth from the fireplace greeted him. Approaching Ariel’s bed by the dim glow of the firelight, Kaius let out a quiet chuckle.

It seemed the effect of the cake hadn’t lasted long enough to keep her awake—once again, she had fallen asleep without waiting for him.

His eyes, idly scanning the room, landed on letters resting on the tea table. Drawing closer, he saw they were letters whose wax seals hadn’t yet been applied.

With his fingertips, he gently pushed each envelope aside one by one. Leon von Retiana, Erina von Retiana. Was she writing separate letters to each of her parents? He chuckled softly and moved his fingers once more. That was when Kaius’s expression darkened—after checking the recipient of the last letter.

Edward Camelon.

Seeing that name clearly written on the envelope, he unconsciously picked it up. He hadn’t intended to read its contents; after all, exchanging messages was perfectly natural between business partners. Yet something about the feel of it between his fingers made him tilt his head in puzzlement. Without hesitation, Kaius opened the letter.

A bracelet?

What emerged was a bracelet woven from red thread. Kaius’s narrowed gaze returned to the table. Judging by the bulges in the other envelopes addressed to her parents, each likely contained one as well.

After placing the letter back where it belonged, Kaius’s eyes slowly drifted across the tabletop. Only a pen, sealing wax, and a ring engraved with the Retiana crest remained.

Letting out a faint laugh, Kaius sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked his wife’s hair. While Edward Camelon might delight over that bracelet, he himself had this woman—and that was enough.

“Ariel.”

At the low murmur of his voice, Ariel stirred slightly before her eyes slowly opened. She blinked a few times, but her lids soon drifted shut again—she hadn’t slept properly for days, weighed down by anxiety.

“Ariel.”

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