Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272 Tired

The moment Cassian came in, Hugh threw the words at him. “Your Grace, even if you’re newly married and inseparable, you should show a little self–control.”

Cassian stayed calm, shot him a glance, and said, “Don’t say that in front of my wife. She’s shy. You’ll embarrass her.”

Hugh stared.

Cassian continued lazily, “If you’re jealous, I can introduce you to someone too.”

Hugh’s expression darkened further. “Get out.”

He kept his face set and gestured sharply for Cassian to hold out his arm.

Hugh’s fingers found Cassian’s pulse. He focused, reading it.

Then he froze.

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Hugh frowned, checked Cassian’s pulse again as though he could hardly trust what he was feeling, and then slowly shook his head.

“Something wrong?”

“No mistake. If anything, it’s better than it should be.”

Cassian raised a brow. “Better than it should be?”

Hugh released his wrist and studied Cassian from head to toe, clearly puzzled.

“What exactly did you do last night and this morning? Your pulse says your circulation is smoother, your strength has recovered much faster, far more than yesterday. No ordinary treatment could have improved your condition this much.”

Cassian went still for a moment. He hadn’t done anything–except Elowen.

After a brief pause, Cassian looked at Hugh.

“Hugh. Is there something you know that I don’t?”

Hugh was still thinking about the pulse and answered without really thinking.

“What?”

Cassian lowered his gaze toward his legs, his voice quiet. “Seems my wife may be the cure after

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all.”

At the Baker estate, dusk slowly settled, and the courtyard sank into shadow.

After Geoffrey finished his work, he headed toward Clarisse’s courtyard as he usually did.

A maid stopped him outside with a cold expression.

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“Miss isn’t feeling well. She has already retired for the night. She won’t be seeing anyone today.”

Her tone was stiff and unfriendly.

Geoffrey understood immediately. Clarisse was punishing him.

That morning, he had let his gaze linger on the Duchess of Duskmoor a few times too many. After leaving the Crown Prince’s Wing, he had even probed cautiously, asking whether they should return to Sunspire Hill.

Clarisse had crushed the idea on the spot.

So he had returned to his own room alone. But the restless hunger in his body refused to fade.

He had tried to handle it himself, yet no matter what he did, the frustration only grew worse instead of easing.

And every time he closed his eyes, Elowen’s face appeared before him.

That pale, flawless profile had burned itself deep into his memory.

He had heard that Cassian had little interest in his wife, and had even stood by while others humiliated her on the day of Alaric’s wedding.

And Cassian lived confined to a wheelchair.

For all anyone knew, she might as well have been living alone. That morning she had turned her head and looked at him once.

Her eyes had been clear and gentle, almost disarmingly soft. She must have felt it too.

The idea ignited something reckless inside him.

Women–especially young and beautiful ones–if they lived without a man’s affection for too long, how could they possibly endure that loneliness?

The more he thought about it, the harder it became to restrain himself.

Finally Geoffrey snapped.

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He grabbed a coat, strode outside, pulled a horse from the stable, and rode hard toward Sunspire Hill.

By the time the sky had fully darkened, he arrived.

Finished

At the gate, the guards stopped him suspiciously. “Who are you? What business do you have here?”

Geoffrey had done things like this before.

He stayed calm and even offered an easy smile.

“I’m with the Baker family. My name’s Geoffrey. I came here earlier today with my lady.”

He continued smoothly.

“My lady spoke privately with the Duchess. She left first, but later realized something meant for the Duchess was never delivered. She sent me back with it.”

The guard frowned.

“What is it?”

Geoffrey reached into his coat as if to take it out, but paused halfway and looked at the guard instead.

“My lady instructed that it must be handed directly to the Duchess. No one else is meant to see it.”

He smiled casually. “You’re welcome to ask her whether she’d like to let you take a look.”

The guard’s expression shifted slightly. He hesitated.

But Geoffrey appeared far too composed, and nothing about him seemed suspicious.

Finally the guard waved him through. “Fine. Go.”

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