Chapter 89 - Eighty Nine
Warning: Snippets of sexual indulgences present in this Chapter. If you are not comfortable with it please skip .
Ryan arrived at Count Edmund’s manor, his heart filled with anticipation of seeing Suzy. He had been away for a few days, and he was eager to reunite with her.
He sent Davis to fetch Doris, his mind already picturing the moment he would see Suzy. He imagined her smile, her laughter, and the warmth of her presence.
Davis knocked on Suzy’s door, and after a moment, Doris opened it. Her face, usually filled with warmth, was now etched with a look of surprise.
"His Grace is here," Davis said, his voice low. " He requests your presence."
Doris nodded, her mind racing. Why is the Duke here and of all time for him to come and pick his wife, he had to come now that she’s not at home.
"I’ll be right there," she replied, her voice steady.
As she closed the door, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. She knew that Ryan was going to have her killed when he found out that Suzy was not there and it might get worse when he finds out where she is and she would probably be buried when he finds out about the provocative clothing she wore.
She joined Ryan outside, her face pale. "Your Grace," she began, her voice trembling slightly.
He nodded, his eyes scanning the hallway. "Where is the duchess?" he asked, his voice low.
Doris hesitated, her mind racing. She knew that Ryan would be furious if he found out that Suzy had left the manor late at night.