Chapter 555

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PIG VS DUKE KATHERINE Iclutched my nose, on the verge of tears from the pain, and looked up to see the wall I had crashed into.

Aman, well over six feet tall, with powerful muscles beneath his white shirt, which had a few buttons undone, revealing his sexy chest.

The black tunic with silver embroidery draped over him made him look even more imposing.

looked like a tiny thing at barely five foot three, standing in front of him.

His blue eyes locked onto me, so intense that I started feeling nervous, fearing he might suspect something.

The scent of his colognemasculine, with hints of bergamotstung my nose, dominating my senses.

What are you doing? he asked in a deep, cold voice, that rough, authoritative undertone unmistakable.

I took a step back; we were too close.

I needed to be cautious.

This man...

this man screamed danger from every angle.

Waiting for Your Lordship to dine, I replied curtly, turning on my heel and returning to my seat.

The truth was, I wanted to challenge him, but the real Rossella wouldnt have.

Talso considered leaving, but my stomach wouldnt allow it.

Thad done far worse for a hot meal than sit through dinner with this ill----- mannered Duke.

He took his place, seated far from the outcast, and finallythank the heavensthe carts carrying the food arrived.

When the scent of the meat-laden broth and freshly baked bread hit me, I forgot my own name.

I devoured the chunks of pork floating in the oily liquid with a fury.

«..mmm, so tender, it melts in the mouth...» late with delight, ignoring everything around me, nearly licking the porcelain clean.

Were you starving in your familys home? I froze when his voice spoke again.

Damn, I had forgotten about the Duke.

Ireached for my wine glass with deliberate graceafter eating like a pig and took a sip, helping the bread stuck in my throat go down.

Dinner started over an hour ago, Your Lordship, I met his gaze with reproach I was a little hungry, thank you for asking.

Im finished now; if you ll excuse me.

Good night.

And with that, I dabbed my mouth with the napkin and stood, not sparing him another glance.

Icould have sworn he was frowning, and the butlers expression was a masterpiece.

If he didnt want to see me, I wouldnt force him with my presence.

How dare you leave before the Duke has finished dining? Suddenly, the butler blocked my path as I was leaving.