Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 452

Chapter 452: Still Care

Frederick’s POV

Louis stood at the door, his expression hard, arms folded across his chest. The air between us tightened instantly.

"What are you doing here?" he asked sharply. "You should leave."

I met his stare calmly, though my hands still trembled slightly. "I’m here for Selene."

That made him raise an eyebrow. "Oh? Not for Olivia?" His tone carried disbelief and something close to mockery. "So you like Selene now? Does that mean you’ll finally let Olivia go?"

I said nothing. There was no point arguing about what he couldn’t understand.

Louis gave a small, humorless laugh. "You killed her mother," he said flatly. "And now you’re standing here pretending you care?"

My jaw tightened. "I didn’t kill her," I said quietly. "And I’ll prove it."

Louis stepped closer, his brown eyes sharp. "We’ll have that conversation later," he said coldly, "but for now, you need to leave."

"No," I replied simply.

He frowned. "What?"

"I said no." I glanced past him, down the hallway. "Where’s the kitchen?"

His brows furrowed, clearly thrown off. "The kitchen?"

"Yes," I said, brushing past him before he could argue. "Selene hasn’t eaten in hours. I’m going to make her something."

Louis blinked, almost speechless. "You’re unbelievable," he muttered, shaking his head.

"Maybe," I said, pausing briefly. "I’ll leave once I’m sure Selene is okay."

Then I continued down the hall, leaving him behind, confused, irritated, and maybe, just maybe, a little unsure of what to think anymore.

of the Luciano mansion were silent. My footsteps echoed softly as I made my way through the vast corridors, searching

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whole house was asleep or

was enormous, with marble counters, long shelves, and rows of silver pots gleaming under the dim

course, no one was thinking about

sighed and stepped inside. The silence was thick. For a second, I just stood there, unsure where to start. It had been years since I last

Decades, actually.

ingredients: bread, eggs, milk, and honey. My fingers brushed against the counter, remembering the

felt strange, comforting, and painful at the same

I cooked for someone, it

the way she had teased me for burning the first attempt. "Lord Frederick, you’re

foreign now. It had been

and poured them into a pan. The soft crackle

older, colder, and tired. "Hailee," I murmured

faintly through the kitchen. It wasn’t much, just warm bread and eggs with a drizzle of honey,

maybe that’s what Selene

on a tray, wiped my hands

turned toward the door, ready to return to her room, ready to return to the

walked back into the room. Selene was awake. She sat up. Her face was tired. She frowned when she saw

smell of eggs rose. I sat on the edge of the bed. My hands still

"Eat," I said quietly.

"Did you poison it to kill

stone. I felt hurt, but I kept

Selene,

ever so slightly. I didn’t mean it as

tasted the egg myself. It

spoon

arms and looked away. "I will not,"

firm, the tone that used to make soldiers obey

She

mouth. She bit.

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