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Elliot didn’t understand what it meant. However, he imitated him.

“I swear on my life, I will die cruelly if I break my promise,” he assured, pounding his fist against his heart.

Elliot knew this man was a supernatural being—he had hinted at it in so many ways.

He also understood that Aldo suspected him as well. Apparently, he had revealed something when he rescued him from the river, but he didn’t dare ask, didn’t dare open up, because he wasn’t just anyone.

He was the Duke, and he had too much to lose. No one would be blackmailing him again.

Suspicion wasn’t the same as certainty. Aldo went inside the house to rest with his family.

Elliot sighed, glancing at the narrow hallway that led to the backyard.

He headed in that direction to empty the tub and clean up the bath he had fled from like a coward.

As he pushed open the door with a low creak, he found himself in the dimly lit, chilly room.

Rossella had left everything neat and dry.

Only the tub still held a little water, t