“It’s wrong. It should be Sylvia Aswan. If you want to pretend, do it right.”
Sylvia’s face twitched. She was thankful to him for not chasing her out, but he strangely irritated people’s nerves. She stabbed the needle through the embroidery fabric imagining that it was Victor’s shoulder.
“How long have you been in my castle?”
“It’s only been a month.”
“There were no suitable amenities in the household.”
Sylvia stopped.
‘Is it ironic that I used the Duke’s budget to buy dresses and accessories?’
She took a quick glance, but she couldn’t see his expression because it was covered by his thick hair.
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