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.

silent. My footsteps echoed softly as I made my way through the vast corridors,

was almost

house was asleep or

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

one was thinking about food

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

Decades, actually.

found a few simple ingredients: bread, eggs, milk, and honey. My fingers brushed against the counter,

felt strange, comforting, and painful

someone, it had been for

burning the first attempt. "Lord Frederick, you’re terrible with a stove," she had

had laughed, a sound that felt foreign now. It had been a long time since I laughed that

pan. The soft crackle filled the silence, and for

reflection in the window: older, colder, and tired. "Hailee," I murmured quietly, "you’d laugh if you saw

wasn’t much, just warm bread and eggs with a drizzle of

that’s what Selene

placed the meal on a tray, wiped my hands on a towel, and took a deep

to the

Selene was awake. She sat up. Her

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

"Eat," I said quietly.

at the food. Her eyes flashed. "Did you poison it

a stone. I felt

dead, Selene, you wouldn’t still be

mean it

a spoon. I tasted the egg myself. It was plain. I smiled, but it

I lifted a spoon with the egg on it. I held it out.

folded her arms and looked away. "I will

leaned forward slightly, my tone low but firm, the tone that used to make soldiers obey without question.

face. She saw I meant

the spoon to her mouth. She bit. Her

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