"Charles Luker, I can't wait to see how much the love you speak of you have."
Out in the courtyard, fallen leaves flew along with the wind.
A storm was coming.
In the following half month, Charles never came to my place again.
I was not in a hurry because I was waiting for an opportunity.
That day was the middle of the month. By convention, the women in the Duke's Manor had to pay their respects to the Duchess.
Therefore, I went to the main courtyard in the Duke's Manor early this morning.
The Duchess was nearly 40 years old, but she looked much younger than her age with a consistent smile on her face. Perhaps it was also because she had been very successful in her entire life and had taken good care of her skin.
However, from the fact that other than the two sons and one daughter she gave birth to, the Duke had no illegitimate children born in the Duke's Manor over the years, I could tell that she was very shrewd and was far from being as kind as she looked.
After I answered several casual greetings from her, such as the question about whether I had become accustomed to life in the Duke's Manor, she changed the topic.
"I heard that Charles hasn't slept with you yet."