DEVIOUS LOVE

Chapter 33 - Not the Ears

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Lydia Claymore had never been denied something. Her father was in charge of the successful Claymore Conglomerate whose factories were spread across the country with an enormous skyscr.a.p.er in the heart of the city.

The city, bustling with the modern glow of life was a few miles away from the castle that was located near the forest that had been protected by the Royal Luxton families for centuries. Supposedly, there was a hidden secret in there, but certain parts of the forest had been opened to the public to dispel such rumors.

The address "Duke Claymore" was just a title for the sake of old family ties. The Claymore bloodline had been around for a while now, and being the first family that supplied the Vampire with weapons during the Species War, they received a bountiful amount of land and prestige.

The Claymores' ties with the Luxtons began decades, if not, centuries ago.

It was precisely why Lydia refused to believe His Majesty was so cold towards her. Quite frankly, she couldn't care less. But Jennie was her good friend, and she refused to part ways.

" Jen," Lydia warmly addressed her friend in the same, energetic voice of their youth. "It seems His Majesty is stingy. That's fine, I will take you to the famous patisserie shop in the heart of the city, that's always frequented by socialites."

Jennie warily smiled. "Liddy, that's a kind offer, but I don't think I can go."

"Nonsense," Lydia gently said. She knew exactly what the hell Aunt Eleanor was doing. She planned to reverse all of Aunt Eleanor's wrongdoings, even if it took a century.

"The patisserie was trained in Paris in the most prestigious cooking academy. His family specializes in tart related desserts. They have the most delightful lemon meringue tart. I just know you'll love it, Jen."

Lydia grabbed a hold of one of Jennie's elbows. She smiled up at her best friend with a loving expression.

"Come with me, Jen. My Father's men will keep us safe. No one will disturb our meal, especially a random blackbird," Lydia sniped.

"No, it's truly fine, Liddy—"

Jennie's stomach loudly rumbled. An awkward silence fell over them. She felt Lisa's grip tightened upon her hands, his eyes boring a hole through her skull. But she also felt the urgent tug of Lydia's hand on her elbows.

Jennie was stuck between a hard spot and a rock. She glanced from the suddenly affectionate Lisa to the suddenly worried Lydia.

"You like lemon meringue tarts?"Lisa finally said, his voice on high-alert.

"You're going to marry my Jen and you don't even know her preferences in desserts?" Lydia snickered behind her hand.

"Your Jen?" he coldly responded, with an equally mocking smile. "What? Do you swing for the other team?"

"You—"

Before anyone could respond, the doors were pushed open to reveal a stern, but a kind-faced woman. Duchess Claymore stood there, in all of her glory. She was wearing a clean-cut white blouse tucked into grey slacks, revealing she had just come from a meeting.

"M-Mother dearest..." Lydia trailed off, instantly standing up with a wry smile. She held onto Jennie tighter, knowing her Mother would never lash out in front of guests--especially the kind-hearted Jennie.