Chapter 309
Silence was held by his throat as a shrieking yell reverberated through his disturbed soul.
The son of the Duke, his steps drove him away from his father’s presence with a calmness that instead of relieving was filled with distressing grim for any who witnessed.
The hush in his buzzing mind was well kept as well as his strides did... Until the tranquil closure of his quarter’s door occurred by his managed hands.
"....." — His golden eyes stared intently at his feet in a brief action to settle the feigned control he had barely maintained in a corner of his chest, so his outrage could explode, burning the strained lungs of the young master.
’Married?’ — Paul’s first thought finally emerged. Invoking a dishonest grin to emerge with his next mumblings. — "Heh... Haha... She can’t."
A strong swallow ripped his dry mouth as he stomped inside, searching for anything his hand could lay and break that nobody would learn had been broken. Nonetheless, the frantic eyes could not find anything near. And bending over the back of the seat to muffle his desperate yell, Paul gripped the back of the couch to let his veins pop at the strain his rage was causing on his vocal cords and disturbed psyche.
"AAAAAAAHHHHGHHHGGHRRRRRRRGHHH!!!!!!!!" — ’SHE CAN’T SHE CAN’T SHE CAN’TTTTT!!!!!!!!’
Even as he was trying to be careful not to leave a trace of the rage he was screaming, his nails still scratched the wood he held ferociously strong as his energy depleted... Momentarily.
"GASP!... she can’t..." — Raising in a flash... Paul mumbled much calmer after hastily gasping for air.
"My... My Marianne cannot..... No other man can have her..... O-only..."