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.

echoed softly as I made my way through the vast corridors, searching for

was almost

whole house was asleep or

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

was

a second, I just stood there, unsure where to start. It had been years since I last cooked

Decades, actually.

up my sleeves, scanning the space until I found a few simple ingredients: bread, eggs, milk, and honey. My fingers brushed against

and

cooked for someone, it had been for Hailee, shockingly Selene’s

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

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

them into a pan. The

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

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

maybe that’s what Selene needed most right

wiped my hands on a towel,

return to the

sat up. Her face

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

"Eat," I said quietly.

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

me like a stone. I felt hurt, but I

you dead, Selene, you wouldn’t still

mean it as a threat, but truth

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

is for you," I said. I lifted a spoon with the egg on it.

and looked away. "I will

obey without question. "I said, open your mouth, Selene. Or I have better ways to

She saw I meant it. Slowly, she parted

put the spoon to her mouth. She bit. Her eyes

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