THE DUKE'S MASKED WIFE (C)

Chapters 231-240

"You know, I half expected you to help me dig the hole to bury it. Not stand around watching me do it all myself," Alessandra tiredly blew a strand of hair out of her face and glared at Edgar who stood leaning against a tree.

"It's a nice little lesson for you, isn't it? You can't look forward to things going your way all the time. Besides, you are the one who broke it. I've already picked up the pieces and found you a nice little corner to bury it. Now, tell me how you plan to make Alfred not go around like a madman searching for it?" Edgar asked.

Alessandra continued to dig through the snow trying to reach the dirt. "I was thinking, maybe I could hurt something he cares about more and he wouldn't be thinking about the plates. You could take a nice whack over the head if it means helping me get out of trouble right?"

Edgar for once didn't know how to respond to Alessandra. How could she request to hit him over the head all because of a little plate? Honestly, he would've just knocked all the plates off the table, chopped off one of the table legs, and acted like it was the table's fault. It was just more entertaining to see Alessandra dig a hole like a murderer trying to hide a body.

"What if I tell Alfred that you are sick and I offer to put up the plates for him? It could buy us some time for you to find the creator and have a new plate made. Then everything would be solved," said Alessandra.

"Why do your bright plans involve me doing the hard parts?"

"Because you are a wonderful man who would do anything for his wife?" Alessandra replied with the sweetest smile she could manage.

Edgar enjoyed the compliment but it just wasn't enough for what she was asking him to do. "Carry on," he encouraged her to keep the compliments coming.

"With what?" Alessandra asked.

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"The compliments of course and you should put your back into it if you want to reach the dirt before more snow covers what you have already dug up-"

Alessandra had dropped the shovel and balled up snow to throw at Egar for being no help but he dodged it. "At this point, I think it's best that I just confess what happened because you are no help. I don't want to see the angry side of Alfred because of how bad everyone makes it seem but I will just have to get it over with. Outside is cold, I have not yet reached the dirt and I am with a man who wants compliments rather than to help me."

Alessandra dropped the shovel onto the ground and picked up the broken plate they had wrapped up in a cloth. This was why it was best to do the right thing from the very beginning.

'If Alfred's angry side scares Edgar, what will happen to me? I might faint,' Alessandra thought.

"Are you sure you want to tell Alfred what you have done?" Edgar walked behind her back to the house.

"Yes. It is best to be honest so that I do not have to run around trying to keep up a lie. It is now one hundred percent certain you did not kill Jennifer based on how quickly you had a spot to bury the broken plate. Please tell me there are no dead bodies buried on your land, Edgar."

Silence fell between the two as Edgar did not answer her question.

Alessandra's heart rushed from the thought of potentially stepping over where someone who was once Edgar's enemy was buried.

"Why would I be so foolish to bury them on my land when Oliver would release dogs all over my land? Your husband is no fool, Alessandra," Edgar replied to ease her mind. With the kingdom being so large, it wasn't hard to hide a body. "I would not grant anyone the luxury of their body laying on my land."