Yuan left the study with a cold expression. As he descended the stairs, he saw the mail servant, Oliver, heading toward the front entrance.
“Hey.”
Yuan called out to the mail servant.
Oliver turned at the sound of Yuan’s voice and hurried over.
“Do you have more to send, sir?”
“From now on, any letters sent by the Duchess are to be brought directly to me. And any letters addressed to her as well.”
“Sir?”
Oliver blinked, surprised by the unexpected instruction.
Yuan turned away from the mail servant and headed up the stairs. From behind him, he heard the delayed response, “Understood, Your Grace.”
Chiding himself inwardly, Yuan climbed the stairs. A husband touching his wife’s letters… yet he had no regrets.
Yuan felt no hesitation at all in holding his wife in his hands, controlling her entirely. He had no petty guilt.
With a crooked smirk, Yuan returned…
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