Beast of the Frozen Night Chapter 73.2

The Grand Duke lowered his eyes. But he couldn’t grant this. He couldn’t send her anywhere but under his eyes.

Anne shook her hand from her grasp, and she murmured in melancholy.

“Curse me. I should have run away instead of marrying a beast.”

If she did, this child wouldn’t be in her stomach.

The same was true of the Grand Duke’s face, looking just as distorted. He held her with the feeling that he would spit out his blood.

“Please… this is for your sake. Stay here until the baby is born. I will give myself for your time, not for your forgiveness.”

How would that be for her? In the end, wanting her to stay next to him was nothing more than a plausible sense of guilt. There was no way that his determination would not waver if he continued to face her.

Anne looked down with cold eyes at her grasped hands. She smacked the hand that she hated terribly.

“I don’t need your permission anymore. As soon as I find where to live, I will leave this place.”

Anne did not look back at him despite him begging with desperate eyes. Just like he did to her.

After that, Anne kicked him out of her room even though he kept repeating that he was sorry. It was nice to see the big, haughty man groveling like a dog with its tail down, but accepting his apology was another thing.

Instead of dragging her helpless body to bed, Anne sat down at the desk by the window. Then she unfolded the white paper she had taken from the drawer and raised a quill pen.

With the pen tip dipped in the ink and holding the paper in one hand, she paused her hand for a moment.

“Sir Salton… knew about that.”

Salton, whom she had met in the capital, seemed to know something she did not know. He kept his mouth shut after that, but she thought that maybe he, too, had found his memory.

She was about to tell him that she had found her memory, and he too was in the whirlpool of ironic fate. However, hesitation stopped the pen.

“Can I send him a letter?”

On the day that became her last, she did not have a clear memory of what happened to Salton. There was blood on the sword, so he might have been hurt by the Grand Duke too. The worry was short-lived.

Anne wrote only one sentence on the paper.

[I remembered.]

She folded the paper and put it in the envelope, melted the wax and sealed the envelope. After putting her seal on it, Emily came in at the right time.

“Madam, are you okay? A while ago, His Grace left with a very scary expression.”

Emily, who had seen the Grand Duke’s whims many times, asked with a worried face. She was concerned that he might have poured his anger.

“He knows I’m pregnant.”

“Oh my God, what to do? Is His Grace angry with you for hiding it?”

“No. Never mind that. I have something to do. Send this letter secretly without anyone knowing.”

Emily, who carefully received the letter Anne handed her, looked curious. A letter to send  secretly. She wondered and looked surprised when she saw the recipient’s name on the envelope.

“Do you mean to send it to Marquisate Whitmore? No… why…”

“Don’t mind that. Make sure to send it.”

As Anne trusted her, Emily nodded her head. She was the only person here who followed Anne’s instructions rather than the Grand Duke’s orders.

In the meantime, the raindrops pounding on the window continued to flow down the transparent glass. It was like the last tears she had.

* * *

The Grand Duke visited the Grand Duchess’ room without missing a single day.

However, even if she acted as if he would listen to everything, he shut his mouth again when she said that he would leave the castle. Neither conciliation, pleasing, nor terrifying rages worked.

The Grand Duke, who spoke what only a sinner would say, kept his mouth shut whenever she brought up the topic. It was always Anne who collapsed from exhaustion after uttering passionate words at him who stood there like a wooden stone.

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“Madam, His Grace sent another present.”

“I thought he was a cold-hearted man, but now that I see it he is a foolish man. Do you think I’ll like him just because of something like this?”

Anne clicked her tongue in disgust.

The Grand Duke began his effort in various ways to somehow make up for his mistake. He brought expensive jewelry and rare items from the East as gifts to Anne, and even had a dress that was said to be in vogue in the capital delivered and sent to her room.

Each and every one of the gifts were invaluable and rare, but she wasn’t generous enough to accept them casually. This was just adverse. On the contrary, she was disgusted with the fact that he was playing tricks like this out of a sense of guilt.

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