Conrad hesitated about whether to leave, and the door was suddenly pulled open.
The Duke stood at the entrance, his hair slightly disheveled, breath uneven, sash slightly askew, his black military uniform not neatly arranged, his deep blue eyes carrying a hint of interrupted irritation.
Conrad: "..."
Conrad hurriedly handed over the large stack of newspapers he was holding to the Duke, not saying a word as he swiftly retreated.
The Duke fell silent, looking at the hundreds of newspapers in his arms.
Ellie Miller nestled into the soft pile of cushions, questioning her life.
What happened, why did she wake up to her boyfriend's military uniform attack, followed by a bass boom, and finally being pinned down and kissed in a heap of pillows?
What was she planning to say before her boyfriend came in?
Oh, right, it seemed to be about the war.
"Conrad just brought news," the Duke sat down, his long arms reaching out to pull the 'little cat' in the cushions into his embrace.
