"Fuck off, Duke. Don't block my way. I need to go upstairs and get changed. Dinner is ready. I should get to the kitchen and give the maid a hand," Belinda announced. She shook off Duke's hand and ran like hell, as if she was being chased by a monster.
"Belinda, are you sure you'll actually help in the kitchen and not burn it to the ground, along with the house?" Duke said to the disappearing figure of his wife. Upon hearing these words, Belinda nearly slipped and fell from the stairs. She turned around and scowled at him after regaining her composure.
'He's saying the truth, but why can't he be polite about it?' Belinda thought to herself in anger.
Duke blinked at her and forced a smile. He didn't take the vengeful expression in Belinda's eyes seriously. After their marriage, Duke had begun to understand how to deal with Belinda. He knew how to soothe her anger and how to conquer her. He didn't think that such trivial matters could negatively influence their relationship or their marriage.
Although Kevin left work earlier than expected, he came here late. He couldn't help but feel sorry about his delay when he found the entire family at the dining table, waiting for him. He noticed Claire and frowned, wondering if she had caused trouble.
"Hi, everybody. I'm so sorry that I arrived late," Kevin apologized. He seemed intimidating and humble in his uniform, but also dignified.
"Nevermind that. Work comes first. Everybody, Kevin has come home, so we should begin the dinner," Lloyd said cheerfully. He had always liked Kevin and considered him to be the best husband for his daughter.
"Yes, we should begin. Kevin, you're family. Make yourself at home. Go wash your hands and take a seat with us." Belinda had also developed a great fondness for Kevin. She made sure that he didn't feel embarrassed in front of the entire family.
"Thank you, Belinda," Kevin said, giving her a warm smile. The hard lines on his face softened.
However, the cold and aloof Duke didn't seem to be so enthusiastic. He was indifferent. An unfathomable smile tugged on his lips as he sat at the table, deciding not to join their conversation.
"Go and wash your hands. I'll come with you," Leena said. Leena knew that Kevin rarely came to this house. He wasn't familiar with its layout. However, Kevin hadn't told her that he visited her family once when she was in France.
"Okay," Kevin said. He didn't resist Leena's offer. He wanted to ask his wife in private if Claire got into trouble or not.
"Did you participate in training today?" Leena asked as they walked. She raised her head and looked at her husband. Leena noticed the dirt on Kevin's trousers.
"No, I didn't. I just practiced fighting skills with Daisy. By the way, did Claire behave today?" Kevin looked at Leena as he bent over the wash basin and cleaned his hands. He wondered if Leena was annoyed that he mentioned Daisy.
"Yes, Claire was quiet today." Leena was confused. She had lived with Claire for a long time now. 'How did the previously lively Claire become so silent all of a sudden?' she wondered, and failed to notice her husband speaking of Daisy.
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