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.

were silent. My footsteps echoed softly as I made

was almost 3

was asleep

few wrong turns. It was enormous, with marble counters, long shelves, and rows of silver pots gleaming under the dim light. But it

no one was thinking about food

second, I just stood there, unsure where to start. It had been years

Decades, actually.

simple ingredients: bread, eggs,

and painful at the same

cooked for someone, it had been for Hailee,

could still remember her laughter, the way she had teased me for burning the first attempt. "Lord

foreign now. It had been a long time since I

tightened as I whisked the eggs and poured them into a pan. The soft crackle filled the silence, and for a moment, it almost felt

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

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

what Selene needed most right

placed the meal on a tray, wiped my hands on a towel,

return to the

She sat up. Her face was tired.

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

"Eat," I said quietly.

Her eyes flashed. "Did you poison it to kill me?" she

me like a stone. I felt hurt, but I kept my

Selene, you

so slightly. I didn’t mean it as a threat, but truth often sounds like

myself. It was plain.

I said. I lifted a spoon with the egg on it.

arms and looked

used to make soldiers obey without question. "I said, open

looked at me. She saw my face. She saw

put the spoon to her mouth. She bit. Her eyes closed for a

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