"How does it feel to be held captive against your will? Just like what you did to those poor children."
Garrick's eyes widened the second he heard Primrose's words. [What? She knows about that? Damn it! Where did she get that information?!]
[No, calm down. Stay calm. If I act normal, no one will suspect me.] He continued thinking, [Besides, it's not like she has proof.]
Primrose hadn't expected him to basically confess that quickly. He hadn't said it out loud yet, but now she clearly knew the truth that was hiding inside his mind.
"Lady—"
"Address her with the proper honorific," Edmund cut him off before he could finish speaking.
Primrose lifted her brows in surprise. Edmund usually didn't care about that kind of thing. But he must have noticed that the Duke was doing it on purpose so he could disrespect her.
Meanwhile, Garrick also looked shocked, but it wasn't confusion. It was fear. Which made sense, because Edmund really did sound terrifying to people he didn't like.
