Chapter 133

Declan stared at me intently, his eyes filled with complexity. Finally, his expression turned to one of profound sorrow, as if his heart had died.

"My beloved is dead. It doesn't matter who I marry. Everything is up to Aunt Harper now."

Tsk, such a devoted man.

Did he ever think of me as his beloved when he was messing around with Maya under my statue?

Now that our child is dead, does he think he'