Levant said nothing as he gazed at her disdainfully.
The next day, Daphne prepared two plates of stroopwafels and headed to his room. She was so excited she even skipped breakfast.
I can enjoy the plate of delicious stroopwafels while looking at the love of my life. How awesome is that?
After a few days, Levant might fall for me.
Both the handsome man and the title of duchess will belong to me. This is killing two birds with one stone!
Alas, before Daphne could enter his room, she was stopped.
“Ms. Ankins, Mr. Levant is busy. He doesn’t have time for you.”
“Busy? It’s too early for him to be busy. Move out of my way. I’ll see it for myself.”
“Ms. Ankins, Mr. Levant said—”
“Get out of my way!”
“Ms. Ankins, you can’t go in!”
“How dare you block my way? Are you blind? Move!”
Daphne’s yells alarmed Levant, who walked out of his room. He frowned at the sight of the plate which her maid was holding.
“Levant, I brought your favorite snacks. But your maids won’t let me in! You need to punish them!” she complained.
He took one look at her and accepted the plate of snacks. “Okay. I’ve taken the snacks, you can leave now.”
Daphne fell silent at his answer.
Did he just take the plate?
This is an unexpected situation!
After brief contemplation, she started pestering Levant, insisting on seeing him finishing the plate of snacks.
Deep down, she had decided to take the plate of snacks away from Levant once she entered his room and deprived him of his favorite snack.
A seductive smile flitted across Levant’s lips.
Daphne thought he was about to agree to let her in, but Levant handed the plate to the maids who refused to let her in earlier.
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