Married to The Duke | LK Adaptation

Chapter 1

"Miss Lisa, did you hear that?"

"-?"

The soft sound of water was heard in the bathroom.

Something pricked Lisa's ears as she enjoyed soaking her relaxed limbs in the bath.

It was Lucy, the maid, who asked that attention-grabbing question.

She was organizing the laundry when she came close to the bathtub and knelt to whisper a secret.

"The bandits are going to visit our mansion."

"Bandits? What do you mean?"

"Shh! Lower your voice. Someone might be listening."

Lucy hurriedly put her index finger on her lips and glanced at the door, ensuring it was closed.

A noblewoman was in the bath, so there was no way someone could barge in unexpectedly, but she looked nervous.

Lisa tilted her chin in wonder.

"Why do bandits want to come to my house? To steal? They wouldn't have to announce their arrival to do that."

It wasn't normal for bandits to steal upon the owner's knowledge.

The story was absurd.

"He isn't here to rob. It's not even his first visit." Lucy leaned over and whispered in a quieter voice. "Don't be surprised and listen to me. Remember the town festival you attended a few weeks ago?"

Lisa recalled the grand village festival promoted by her father, Marquis Milose, who was an infamous miser.

The supply of barbecued meat was abundant, and several bottles of aromatic wine were airlifted from the southern part of the country, allowing the Marquis' towns people to enjoy them.

"Yes. I remember. My father gave me some silver coins and told me to go out and have fun."

That night, the Marquis of Milose flashed her a kind smile as he pushed Lisa and several other people out of the door.

The festival was a fun event for Lisa, spending her days going from place to place.

Outdoor lights had decorated the village.

She watched the street stalls, bought fruit skewers, and enjoyed the minstrel's songs in the square.

It was an exciting time for the first time in a while.

"Something is bothering me," Lisa murmured, reflecting on the Marquis' expression.

She found it strange that the stingy Marquis would hold a festival for his young residents' welfare.

That night, she found his smile disconcerting since the Marquis did not show a single grain of affection while she was growing up.

Ever since he started a business in Hindel, the Capital, a few years ago, he was frequently away from home.

Neither did they make eye contact nor have a conversation with each other.

Therefore, her father's smile on the night of the festival ade her approach him with great reluctance.

"That night-" Lucy whispered and broke Cheryl's conception. "Oliver, the coachman, had overeaten meat at the festival, so he went back to the mansion early because he felt sick. That's when he saw him."

"What..."

"The black men who look like bandits."

Lisa's heart thumped.