Baron Benjamin smirked lecherously and kept glancing at Cecile.
Everything about him was compared to her dead husband.
Baron Benjamin was about the same height as Cecile, his eyes were murky, and he had a hooked nose.
He was completely different from her husband, who had been tall and intelligent.
Cecile concealed her disappointment.
“Elena is immature, so... you understand what I mean, don’t you?”
“Hmm. Of course. Young ladies of that age are not suited to managing a household, after all. Do you know where Elena is now? You must be very distressed.”
Cecile twisted her lips.
Outwardly he pretended to be a gentleman, but his gaze would not leave her cleavage.
“It’s all right. I think Elena has found her own path.”
Cecile whispered in a sweet voice.
Besides, Elena seemed like she could be useful.
“It seems Lady Hazel has taken…
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