Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 452: Still Care

Frederick's POV

Louis stood at the door, his expression hard, arms folded across his chest. The air between us tightened

instantly.

"What are you doing here?" he asked sharply. "You should leave."

| met his stare calmly, though my hands still trembled slightly. "I'm here for Selene."

That made him raise an eyebrow. "Oh? Not for Olivia?" His tone carried disbelief and something close to mockery.

"So you like Selene now? Does that mean you'll finally let Olivia go?"

| said nothing. There was no point arguing about what he couldn't understand.

Louis gave a small, humorless laugh. "You killed her mother," he said flatly. "And now you're standing here

pretending you care?"

My jaw tightened. "I didn’t kill her," | said quietly. "And I'll prove it."

Louis stepped closer, his brown eyes sharp. "We'll have that conversation later," he said coldly, "but for now, you

need to leave."

"No," | replied simply.

He frowned. "What?"

"I said no." | glanced past him, down the hallway. "Where's the kitchen?"

His brows furrowed, clearly thrown off. "The kitchen?"

"Yes," | said, brushing past him before he could argue. "Selene hasn't eaten in hours. I'm going to make her

something."

Louis blinked, almost speechless. "You're unbelievable," he muttered, shaking his head.

"Maybe," | said, pausing briefly. "Ill leave once I'm sure Selene is okay."

Then | continued down the hall, leaving him behind, confused, irritated, and maybe, just maybe, a little unsure of

what to think anymore.

The hallways of the Luciano mansion were silent. My footsteps echoed softly as | made my way through the vast

corridors, searching for the kitchen.

It was almost 3 a.m.

The whole house was asleep or grieving.

| finally found the kitchen after a few wrong turns. It was enormous, with marble counters, long shelves, and

rows of silver pots gleaming under the dim light. But it was empty. Not a single kitchen assistant or cook in sight.

Of course, no one was thinking about food tonight.

| sighed and stepped inside. The silence was thick. For a second, | just stood there, unsure where to start. It had

been years since | last cooked anything.

Decades, actually.

I rolled up my sleeves, scanning the space until | found a few simple ingredients: bread, eggs, milk, and honey.

My fingers brushed against the counter, remembering the movements, the rhythm.

It felt strange, comforting, and painful at the stime.

The last t| cooked for someone, it had been for Hailee, shockingly Selene’s great-grandmother.

| could still remember her laughter, the way she had teasedfor burning the first attempt. "Lord Frederick,

you're terrible with a stove," she had said, grinning.

And | had laughed, a sound that felt foreign now. It had been a long tsince | laughed that way.

My chest tightened as | whisked the eggs and poured them into a pan. The soft crackle filled the silence, and for

a moment, it almost felt peaceful.

| caught my reflection in the window: older, colder, and tired. "Hailee," | murmured quietly, "you'd laugh if you

sawnow."

The smell of the food spread faintly through the kitchen. It wasn’t much, just warm bread and eggs with a drizzle

of honey, but it was okay.

And maybe that’s what Selene needed most right now.

| placed the meal on a tray, wiped my hands on a towel, and took a deep breath.

Then | turned toward the door, ready to return to her room, ready to return to the woman who madefeel the

way only Hailee had, and yet she hatedso much.

| walked back into the room. Selene was awake. She sat up. Her face was tired. She frowned when she saw me.

| put the tray on the small table. The warm smell of eggs rose. | sat on the edge of the bed. My hands still shook

a little.

"Eat," | said quietly.

She looked at the food. Her eyes flashed. "Did you poison it to kill me?" she asked. Her voice was cold.

Those words hitlike a stone. | felt hurt, but | kept my face calm.

"If | wanted you dead, Selene, you wouldn't still be talking."

She flinched, ever so slightly. | didn’t mean it as a threat, but truth often sounds like one.

| picked up a spoon. | tasted the egg myself. It was plain. | smiled, but it was only a small one.

"This is for you," | said. | lifted a spoon with the egg on it. | held it out. "Open."

She folded her arms and looked away. "I will not," she said.

| leaned forward slightly, my tone low but firm, the tone that used to make soldiers obey without question. "I

said, open your mouth, Selene. Or | have better ways to make you listen."

She looked at me. She saw my face. She saw | meant it. Slowly, she parted her lips.

| put the spoon to her mouth. She bit. Her eyes closed for a second.

She pulled back and looked away. "I don’t have an appetite."

"No," | said. "You need to eat. You need strength." | tried not to sound pleading, but I did.

She stared at me. Then, very slowly, she took another small bite. She did not smile. She did not say thank you.

But her shoulders relaxed a little, and that was more important.

| watched her chew slowly, her lashes lowering as if she was trying to hide from me.

When she finished that bite, | lifted the spoon again, ready to feed her another. "One more," | said softly.

But before the spoon reached her lips, her hand shot up. Her fingers brushed against mine, warm, trembling,

stubborn. She took the spoon from me, her jaw tightening.

"I can feed myself," she muttered.

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She ate in silence, refusing to look at me.

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| winced, the breath slipping out ofas a low groan.

Selene froze. Her head snapped toward me, her eyes wide. "What's wrong?"

| tried to brush it off, but another wave of pain rolled through me. "It's nothing," | said, my voice tight.

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For a second, | almost forgot how to breathe. Seeing that look on her face, that tiny flicker of concern, made

something warm stir inside me.

| smiled faintly, forcing a shaky breath. "You still care," | whispered, the words escaping before | could stop them.

Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t deny it.

And in that moment, the pain didn’t matter anymore.

It was enough, that one look, that small proof that somewhere beneath her anger and hurt, her heart hadn't

closed off completely.

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