I wait for the Duke to fall asleep, and then I move closer to him. After all, his warmth is his biggest asset.
I've been thinking about the matter for a while. Yet, I still can't understand that someone as smart as Alexander, who can decipher a code in a few hours, can let his tongue slip like that.
That morning, he got up earlier than me, and he stayed in the room until I woke up as well. I thought he went back to bed after livening the fire, but he might have been up to decode my writing.
It was the second time he visited me, the night when I rejected him.
He read this Duchess's options and chose the one he liked more, this moron.
Too bad I can't continue to sulk just because my Duke is intelligent.
Only after waking up in the morning, I realise that Alexander succeeded in changing the topic of our conversation.
