Rosie's Games

Chapter 263: Relentless

"I don't think this is necessary," Rosalind glared at Denys who was blocking her from walking into the Duke's home. Right now, the Duke was at the mansion where the butler and the head maid were staying. "I can help him," she said.

She badly wanted to complain. If the Duke knew about the purple petals then why did he take the bite that she offered? However, what was done was done. There was no point in asking him about the reasoning behind his actions.

All she could do was try to help him. Sadly, this wasn't going too well because of Denys, who refused to move from the door of the Duke's room.

After Rosalind talked to the waiter earlier, she immediately went back to the carriage. Sadly, the Duke was no longer there when she arrived. Instead, there was Denys. She asked Denys to take her to the Duke and luckily, he agreed.

However, it was still useless as he was not allowing her to go inside.

What was the point of bringing her here if he would not let her in? She could only complain inwardly.

"It is not proper for a lady to walk inside an unmarried man's room," Denys said for the umpteenth time. The man would not give her another answer aside from this sentence.

"I am doing this out of respect," Rosalind met the man's red eyes. "You know I am capable of going inside that room."

Denys' lips thinned. The man was standing there as still as a statue.

Rosalind took a deep breath, she was trying to control her temper. This was her fault, she reminded herself.

"Look, this is my fault. I offered him the food. I am going to fix this."

"It is not proper for a lady to"

"Enough," Rosalind held her hand in front of Denys's face. "I know what to do," Rosalind then turned around and started walking away from the large wooden door. After maintaining a safe distance, she looked at Denys and smirked. Then with a smirk on her face, she teleported inside the room.

For some reason, Rosalind expected opulence and grandeur. She expected a large canopied bed, a carpeted floor, and a majestic-looking fireplace.

What she saw was the exact opposite. The room was dark and cold, thanks to the unlit fireplace near her. She looked around. The only light was coming from the outside that peeked through the heavy-looking drapes on the windows.

She thought Lucas was here?

Did Denys fool her?

Was that the reason why he did not stop her from teleporting inside?

She sighed in annoyance and walked towards the large bed. There was no sign of the Duke inside the room. That man kept on running away from her!

This made her feel like he was either scared of her or just did not want her to know his secrets. She sat on the bed, her bottom hitting the comfort and plushness of the mattress. She touched the sheets and could not help but appreciate their quality. This quality was even better than the one that she had in her current room!

Clearly, it was expensive but this? This felt more comfortable and warm!

She wondered if this was a guest room. Should she ask the Duke for a bed like this? Just sitting on the bed already felt like an indulgent experience.

She shook her head and did not let the current situation cloud her judgment.

Why was she thinking about a bed when she should think about the Duke?

Frustrated, she leaned back. The weight of her body sunk into the mattress, providing a sense of comfort as she started swinging her feet against the carpet. Since the room was cold, the warmth that the mattress had provided seemed to make her mood a little lighter. She stared at the canopy that was made of luxurious silk.

This luxury was the same as the luxury that Empress Dorothy had when she was the empress. To be honest, Rosalind did not know that the North was this rich.

"So you came."

Rosalind jolted up and lifted her head. Lucas was inside the room. He was wearing a slightly open robe that showed his muscular upper body. She could only hope that he was wearing something on his lower body.

What was she thinking?

Horrified, she quickly avoided his gaze.

"You look fine," she said.

"I am now. Although, I know I remember telling Denys not to let you in."

"Really?" she gave him a bland look. She realized it now, Lucas never intended to stop her from coming in.

He knew that not even Denys could stop her if she really wanted to go inside his room.

This was intentional.

Rosalind wondered why Denys took her to this place if he was not planning to let her in. Clearly, it was all for show.

He chuckled in response.

"What was so amusing?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"Did the flower even work on you?"

"Oh, it did," Lucas nodded. He walked towards the bar near the fireplace and grabbed some wine. "I had to take a cold bath to remove its effects."

"Why did you even eat it?"

"You asked me to," he answered.

Her jaw dropped. What was he talking about? "You knew it was dangerous."

"It would not kill me."

"But it could harm you."

"However, it is not enough to kill me."

"Why are you acting like someone who had nine lives?"

He paused and looked at her. "Maybe I do have nine lives."

Rosalind frowned. The man was not taking her seriously. "I am leaving."

She got up, but before she could take a step towards the door, he appeared in front of her, blocking her way with a handsome smile on his face and a glass of wine in his hand.

"Since you have already barged in here why not just stay?" he smirked.

"Are you asking a lady to drink with you in your room?"

"The lady barged into my room. My servant tried to stop her, but it did not work." He took a step back. "You see the lady is quite relentless in her pursuit."