The Duke's Passion

Chapter 675  My bad

Silvia rushed to her chambers and cried a river. Her pillow was drenched with tears, hating Rufus for messing with her heart once again. She hated the man, but deep in her heart, she knew she didn't hate him to the point she didn't want to see him.

She just couldn't understand it. Rufus had kept his sentiments to himself all these years, but suddenly, he would spew all that. Despite that, Silvia didn't have the luxury to dwell deeper into his remarks as she bawled her eyes. Her tears continued, face buried in the pillow.

As the night fell and only her sniffles filled her room, Silvia hiccuped. Slowly, she pushed herself up and looked around the dark bedroom. Her eyes fell on the armchair near the bed, narrowing her eyes at the silhouette of the man sitting on it.

"What are you doing here?" she asked and hiccuped. Silvia endeavored on his face, but she couldn't make up what sort of expression he had on his face, aside from knowing he was looking in her direction.

"Are you here because of your brother again?" she continued. "If you are so concerned about him, don't go to me because, between the two of us, he was the one who was hurting me. Not the other way around, Fabian."

"I came here because your miserable state makes me feel better." His voice was low but nonchalant. "It makes me think there is someone who is even more miserable than I am. Thus, please continue."

"Hah…" she laughed in disbelief, shaking her head mildly. "Just what did I do to be tortured by you two? The other one gave me a sliver of hope only to take it away, while the other enjoys watching me wallow in misery. Really… what a joke."

Fabian remained silent while Silvia laid down once again.

"I hate you two," she whispered, expressing her contempt towards the Barrett Brothers. "You shouldn't have shown up in my life."

"That's my wish as well, Your Royal Highness," Fabian replied after a minute of silence. "You shouldn't have appeared in my brother's life."

Silvia glanced over at him and snapped her tongue. Her mouth opened and closed, but she decided not to respond.

"Go out. I'm not someone who should entertain you just because Cassara retrieved your awful memories." She waved as she tossed on the bed, ready to continue what she had been doing. "Leave me alone."

She stayed silent for minutes and then hours, but Silvia didn't sleep. Neither did Fabian leave her chambers. She didn't know why Fabian was suddenly inside her room, but she didn't want to engage in a conversation with him again. Silvia didn't have the spare energy to even ask him to leave the second time.

"You will marry someone else," Fabian spoke after hours of silence but received no answer. "You'll forget about him…"

"Never." He trailed off when she argued, but Silvia kept her position with her back facing him. "I will never forget. You can say whatever the hell you want, but I know my heart better than anyone else."

Slowly, she pushed herself to sit upright, facing Fabian with her swollen eyes. Although she couldn't see his expression, she was certain he was looking in her direction.

"Right now, all I feel is pain, and I'm not saying you should understand my circumstance. However, even if you say there will be a time in the future that the pain wouldn't hurt as much as it hurts now, you have no right to tell me I will forget because I knew I will never forget." Her voice was low, but full of certainty. "I may love and yearn for another, but Rufus… he is someone I will never forget. If only I can, I would've done it already. I would've unloved him so I wouldn't be in this pain. If only I can use my abilities to myself... hah! Never mind."

"You have no idea of the things regarding the matters of the heart, Fabian. Therefore, you have no credibility to lecture me," she added solemnly.

Fabian, whose face was hidden behind the thick darkness, lowered his eyes. In contrast to her, he could see her clearly because of the light coming from the window behind her.

"Maybe you were right," he admitted. "Perhaps I'm not credible to speak about the matters of the heart. But I will still put my hand in my heart and swear it's for the better."

"For the better?"

"That you and him… and the things that happened that eventually led to your parting." Fabian planted his palms on the armrest and pushed himself up. "When I said you shouldn't have entered our life, I meant it literally. This is the last time I will allow you to hurt my brother, Your Royal Highness. The next time…"

Fabian halted in his tracks as he glanced over his shoulder. "The next time, you'll pay," he warned. "But this time, I will make sure you won't emerge from it."

Silvia frowned, watching his figure leave the chambers until the soft click of the door reached her ears. She had known all along what sort of person Fabian was. Both of them nearly became in-laws, so Silvia sort of had a close relationship — although it may sound presumptuous to even use that term.

"What did he even mean by that?" she grumbled before collapsing on the bed to wallow in her sorrows. But alas, after Fabian's visit, her attention shifted to the strange remarks Fabian uttered. Yet, no matter how deep she dwelled in it, Silvia simply met a dead end.

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Meanwhile, the second Fabian exited Silvia's chambers without a sound, he halted. He looked to his left and his eyes instantly landed on a small and petite figure leaning against the wall.

Tilly raised her head and gazed at him, her crimson eyes glowing in the dark. "Your seal is broken."

"It's been broken for a long time, Lady Tilly." Fabian sported a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I thought a simple erasing of memory will fix it. You shouldn't have agreed for Her Royal Highness to retrieve the things I forced to erase."

"It can't be helped." Tilly retracted her back from the wall. "I'll resign to bed. Have a good night."

As she walked away, she heard him whisper. "You came here because you thought I will kill her?" She continued and only answered under her breath.

"My bad."