Evil Duke, Please Be Gentle!

What if she was a spy who was here to gain the information about them and was anxious to move out safely after getting what she wanted? If that was the case then it could be the reason of his whole family's demise.

Slightly shocked, his eyes revealed a sense of bewilderment.

Leo lowered his gaze and looked at her. She was holding him without any guard. Could a spy be this careless? His frown turned deeper at that thought. He did not understand why he wanted to believe in her innocence even when the facts were against her! She pouted again as her tendril kept on falling over her face! 

He rubbed his temples and took a deep breath. It was better to investigate her again then roasting his mind about her every action. He finally moved and laid her on the bed but she was not ready to leave his warm embrace. He tried to move her away but she continued to hold his shirt and was not ready to let go. He forced her hand to leave the shirt but the more he tried, the more pressure she used to hold the shirt as if it was the last straw in the deep ocean and she would drown if she let it go.

His eyes narrowed on the sheer force she was using, and pulled her hands away only to be astounded. The sound of ripping cloth filled the room and his eyes widened when he saw the piece of his shirt was still in her hands while he had jerked her hands away. He looked back at his chest with an astounded face when he saw that she had torn his shirt in her sleep. 

She was holding the piece of his shirt closer to her body yet his mind could not accept that she had actually used so much force. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Relax, if you strangle her in her sleep, father will be angry with you and even your sister will be disappointed with your behavior." it took every cell of his body to calm himself down and not to kill her right then and there. 

But the girl was not done with him yet. She rolled on the bed and in the next second she rolled and grabbed his thigh like it was a pillow. 

His whole body stiffened when she leaned her head closer and started rubbing her face to her thigh to get the warmth of his skin. Heat started to rise on his body instantly. Her makeup was still there, and she was still looking stunning as she was looking at the party. He could feel her every touch and even after being so cold toward her, his body started reacting.

He gritted his teeth at her unruly behavior. How could she be so ignorant of her surroundings? Did she have any idea what could be the result of her actions? What if there had been another man in place of him? Only the thought was enough to intensify his anger up to ten fold. 

With fire blazing eyes, he yanked her hands away but she was still too adamant to let go. He pulled a few times but each time he yanked her hands away, she snuggled closer to him and rubbed her nose and lips on his thighs. 

His black pants had turned red with a lot of marks of her lipstick. This was the first time he was feeling so helpless against a woman.

. He gritted his teeth, bent down, and yanked her hand away. He was getting more frustrated by the reactions of his body at her every touch than her actions. In the end, he could not bear it anymore and snapped at her.

"Evangeline. Let go right now!" his voice was so cold that Evan detected the danger even in her sleep. 

Her desire to live was so strong that the moment she felt the fear of her life, she let go of him that instant and rolled a few times until she reached the other end of the bed and curled into a ball.

"The iceberg is not even leaving me alone in my dreams!!!" she mumbled as she cursed him a few more times.

Leo: "....." could anyone believe that she was actually sleeping and not acting to be slept!!!

He shot a few daggers at her from his eyes and then he took a few more breaths as he saw the piece of his shirt that the girl had left while running away from him. His eyes flickered as he looked at her posture. Only insecure and abandoned children curl into a ball while sleeping. 

Just like that his anger melted and he took the blanket and covered her shaking body well. Finally getting some warmth, her tensed body relaxed again and the frown on her face diminished. He looked at her face one last time before turning to leave when his eyes fell on the parchments that were rolling on the floor. His eyes stilled on the face the girl had drawn.

He bent abruptly and took the parchment in his hand rather abruptly. His grip on the parchment tightened as he continued to look at the paper without even blinking. He did not know whether he was furious or emotional while looking at the sketch of his mother on the floor of the girl's room. She was looking just like his memories when he was a toddler. The smile on her face was vibrant as if the woman was alive and standing in front of him. He could not help but roam his fingers on the face of the lady, gently caressing her cheeks. His eyes softened as he continued to look at her image when he heard her mumble again. She was whispering in a low voice that he was having trouble in understanding her incoherent words. His brows knitted in a single line as he stood up and moved closer to her again. 

"Do not beat me again father, I will be good from now on and listen to your every word."