Chapter 1133

Hazel followed silently behind Maiden as they made their way toward the rear courtyard. The path was lined with mute servants, their ghost-like movements eerily synchronized—flitting about without a single footstep or breath breaking the unnatural silence. The air itself felt thick, heavy with unspoken tension, as though the very walls were listening. Maiden finally stopped in front of a closed chamber. Just as Hazel reached his side, the silence fractured. Faint yet unmistakable, intimate sounds filtered through the door—flesh against silk, muffled moans, breathy sighs. Each sound landed in Hazel’s chest like a blow from a warhammer, and though her heart twisted painfully in response, her face betrayed nothing. She stepped forward, reaching out to push open the door. But Maiden intercepted her, slipping in front of the entrance with a smarmy smile smeared across his face. "Miss Reese," he said lightly, his voice coated in feigned concern, "I understand you’re Frederick’s girlfriend, b