Reincarnated Into The Darkness

⊹ ₊ Chapter 7₊ ⊹

Katherine De Windsor

"Sir Adam!" I call out his name. "Sir Adam?" Again.

During these few days, we've became close. Adam is always nodding his head and listening to me but I like it.

"Lady Katherine." One of the maid said. "I believe he went out due to His Grace's order."

"Oh..." I hold the rectangular velvet box on my hand. "I guess I'll wait for him then."

"Can I help you with anything?" She asked smiling.

"Oh I just wanted to give this to uh...His Grace..." I show the velvet box to her, embarrassing myself.

"How lovely! I wonder what's inside." She exclaimed.

"It's a ball pen." Made of ruby which represents the Duke's reddish eyes.

I was really stunned by the magnificent work of the ball pen. Yesterday, it was inappropriate of me to behave like that to Darcy. He was simply following the story and nothing else. I couldn't control my temper and vent it on him.

I brought presents for everyone in this mansion. I gave Briana, a lovely piece of dress. Sir Adam, a emerald brooch. Darcy, a ruby ball pen and many more.

I really hope Darcy will like it and accept my apology. I myself has told him that I would not bother him and live like I don't even exist but here I am, making a fuss about everything.

"But Lady Katherine, why do you need Sir Adam for?" The maid asked.

"Ah...So he can deliver the present to Dar- His Grace." I stammered.

"I'm sure, His Grace will like it if you give it to him directly." She suggested.

But I'm scared of my own fiancé. I can't say that.

With brief courage, I nodded my head and went straight to the Duke's chamber.

Knock. Knock.

No sound.

Knock. Knock.

Still no sound.

I quietly open the door to see the room empty. There are a pile of papers shattered on the table. I guess, it's the paper of the Golden Apple Farm. I don't care.

I place the box on the table and quietly left the room.

As I was on my way to my room, I caught of glimpse of Darcy heading towards his chamber.

Oh no. The moment begins. I really hope he likes it.

I stand there waiting for him to get out of his chamber and head towards my room and express his gratitude.

But why do I want him to do that?

Door opens.

Here he comes...

"Who the hell put this piece of junk on my table?!" He shouted. His hand grabbed a familiar velvet box.