Chapter 42
My father had already rejected the southern Duke’s invitation as I had suggested. Anyone with some social know-how would recognize this used to be a polite rejection.
There used to be no way the southern Duke wouldn’t notice, but he nevertheless went about his way and utilized for permission to go away the navy from the easiest leader. This used to be a shape of coercion.
Did the southern Duke dote on his daughter to this extent that he used to be inclined to use such underhanded ability to pressure me to submit?
My instinct instructed me something was wrong, however fact didn’t allow me to overthink it. Catherine had already left calmly.
I couldn’t get any clues from her expressionless face, however I may want to tell she was burning with anger.
I hurriedly chased after
