Miela, as if following divine providence, fell in love with him at first sight.
But he was already a man who had made a covenant with another person before God.
Miela had no intention of doing anything about it with him.
Even if it was a love that could not be reciprocated, just looking at it from afar was enough for him.
I just wanted him to be happy.
But what if he wasn't happy?
What if that unhappiness was due to their marriage?
Miela was also well aware of the poor relationship between the imperial family and the Duke of Delmark's house.
Yes, that bad relationship, which had lasted for many years, had turned that man into a person as cold and dry as he is now.
Although he had no resentment towards Blair, he did hate the woman who had made him unhappy.
He didn't know if the words that the ladies and young ladies had been saying just now were true.
Because rumors always invent things that don't exist.
But one thing was certain.
That Blair, knowing full well the bad relationship in the past, had agreed to marry him was a bad person.
Miela was thoughtful.
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—So, shall we leave it here for today?
Agnès and Blair left the greenhouse after finishing their tea.
Now that the weather had improved a lot, the temperature difference inside and outside the greenhouse was not great.
Agnès must have noticed it too, because she said:
—It's finally spring.
—When the cherry trees bloom, I will prepare a place in the back garden.
—My God, how romantic.
It seems that the flowers will perfume the tea.
Blair smiled when she saw Agnès happy and, looking at the cherry tree with flower buds, she remembered something and asked:
"Mrs.
Lorelaine, he didn't say anything in particular?"
—About what?
—About hypnosis.
—Ah, hypnosis.
He didn't say anything in particular.
You seem to think it's still early.
—And what do you think?
—From what I see, I think you could start to overcome your fire phobia...
But it seems that His Excellency is very worried about you.
Agnès had the ability to make even the most common words sound pleasant to the listener.
Blair said goodbye and went up to her bedroom, thinking.
it's probably because of the guilt he felt about the fireplace incident.>But that was of no use to him.
Blair looked absorbed at the landscape outside.
A world of tender green covered with growing buds.
It was full spring.
And the time she would have Aziel was early summer.
Blair, calming her anxious heart, was looking outside when she heard tapping and turned her head.
Lina came in with a letter.
—Madam, an invitation has arrived for the hunting competition at the palace.
The hunting competition was an event that heralded spring.
Blair received the letter while thinking.
He had to try to convince Herdin once more.
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Rachel, after separating herself from the ladies and ladies, left the temple with a relieved expression.
Although he still had a long way to go to forget the humiliation he had suffered at the hands of Blair, at least this way he had vented his anger a little.
Although this wouldn't last long either.
Rachel walked towards the Selden family carriage that was waiting for her.
The coachman, who was waiting for her, got down from the seat and approached to open the door.
Just as the coachman was going to open the door, an unpleasant voice came from behind.
—Rachel.
Looking in the direction where the voice came from, there was Wesley.
Seeing him, Rachel grimaced.
Although she knew Wesley since she was little, since he got involved in the game two years ago, everyone avoided him because he was borrowing money from all his friends.
Not only that, but his behavior under the influence was terrible and he was always causing problems.
There was nothing good about associating with him.
Rachel swallowed and gestured for the coachman to stay in the carriage.
When the coachman disappeared, he finally opened his mouth.
"I haven't seen you sober in a long time, Wesley." How is the marquis?
He seems to have aged a lot lately because of you.
—The old man is fine.
And your parents?
-Good.
With a daughter who is well-behaved and intelligent, unlike others, what would they worry about?
Hearing Rachel's words, Wesley chuckled as if he had heard something funny.
Even that laugh was unpleasant to Rachel.
—By the way, what are you doing here?
It's not that you came to see me, is it?
—Of course I came to see you.
To see our virtuous young lady marchioness, you had to come to the temple, right?
—If you have come to ask for money for gambling, leave, and if it is for another matter, leave too.
And don't ever look for me again.
Rachel snapped coldly and turned around to open the carriage door.
Behind him, he heard a whistle and then his voice.
—At the banquet at the Duke of Delmark's house, Her Highness the Princess… I mean, the Duchess, they gave her a good blow, right?
Hearing that, Rachel stopped dead.
Her eyes, as she turned towards him, trembled with anger.
More than the fear that she had been heard saying those words about Blair, the fact that someone had witnessed Blair punch her drove her crazy.
Her entire life she had lived thinking that Blair was beneath her.
Seeing Blair at the mercy of a single word or action of his gave him a great feeling of superiority.
Manipulating Blair made her feel like she was nobler than that princess, and that gave her pleasure.
It was his pride and his dignity.
And now someone had witnessed the moment when that dignity had been vilely trampled.
—"The words of the day are heard by birds, those of the night by mice," and you have heard them like a damned rat?
Seeing Rachel's reaction, Wesley whistled and chuckled.
"So before that rat goes screeching around, can we talk?"
Without waiting for Rachel's permission, Wesley immediately climbed into the open carriage.
Rachel, frowning, reluctantly climbed into the carriage.
Immediately afterwards, the carriage set off.
Rachel looked at Wesley, sitting across from her, and asked:
—Well, what's the matter?
You don't want me to pay your gambling debt with that excuse, do you?
—I'm going to ask for money, but not to pay a debt.
I also have my dignity, how could I ask you to pay me back?
"So what do you want?"
—Let's get revenge.
—…Take revenge for what?
—You also want to get revenge on the duchess, don't you?
Blair and revenge.
…To be continued