My Lady Chef novel Chapter 33

Ely's POV:

"Milady, a letter arrived for the duke," Milford announced to me while I was taking tea in the main drawing-room.

He usually takes all missives or letters to my husband but he is giving this to me?

But then I saw the elegant scrolling script and a strong smell of roses emanating from it. The name made my grip my teacup hard.

This is a letter from Lady Margaret Lorax...to my husband.

I am tempted...God, I want to rip the letter to shreds and just storm into that bitch's house and slap her.

But....that would mean being selfish.

Just when my husband and I promised to try and be a good wife.

"Thank you for bringing me this Milford." I finished my drink and stood up. "I appreciate your trust in me."

The butler could have gone straight to my husband about this but as the mistress of the house; he and I have grown close that he has started to trust me.

"My pleasure, Your Grace." he smiled as I left to go to my husband's study where he was working.

My heart suddenly ached as I walked closer to his study. I remembered how I first met Lady Lorax and did not find her pleasant at all.

But...she is my husband's lover.

It has slipped my mind whether they are still an item or if I was not supposed to find out.

I stopped halfway and wondered.

"Will...he be bothered by this?" I wondered out loud and pivoted back to find the head butler. "Maybe Milford should give this to- Oofff!"

My face smooshed against a hard wall...that felt warm. I looked up and blushed when I felt two strong arms steady me just as I was regaining my balance.

"Milord...Oh, I am so sorry, I was not watching where I was going." I rubbed my nose when he noticed the crumpled letter run my hands. "Ah. This is for you, Your Grace."

"Mine? " he frowned as I handed him the letter and his eyes sharpened when he saw the name. His gaze went to me intensely and I wondered if I did something wrong.

" I should get going now." I gracefully bowed and left him so that he may read that damn letter in peace.

"Wife. You are aware of who wrote this, right?"

I stood still and sighed at the sudden tenseness between us.

"Yes, Milord."

"I see. Do you trust me then?"

"I believe you will do the right thing," I answered as I continued to walk.

Somehow, I heard his door close but the soft click of the lock sounded abnormally loud in my ears.

"Talk about bad timing..." I muttered to myself when I saw Mrs. Yates with two maids.

She was instructing them on how to clean the windows, her voice was sharp and strict but then she saw me.

Her pinched face still stayed the same. She bowed in deference to me and ordered the new maids to follow her.