Caught Red Handed

MADELINE’S POV

Madeline could hear their voices, hushed as they came from the garden where they were ostensibly dining.

Tightening her hands, she kept telling herself that everything the maids had told her back at the mansion was a joke, but as she approached the garden, she could see, without a doubt, that the maid's gossips were true.

Madeline didn't want to envision the scene in her brain, and even though one of the servants had given her a quick graphic description of what was allegedly going on over here, she didn't want to believe it.

No matter how much Lord Darius pretended to appreciate Brielle, especially because she was his mate and had recently been through a terrible circumstance, he would never sink so low as to arrange a romantic dinner date for the both of them.

'It's a stunning location. For this date, Lord Darius purchased silver-encrusted candles and freshly plucked roses.' One of the maids had whispered back at the corridor while Madeline listened earlier on.

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