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No matter what your appearance does, it does not matter. He became much more attractive after years of not seeing, but sometimes, hidden under the covers of a mature man, there is something untamed inside. And I like that, guilty voice Mourning his conscience. He put his hand into his pocket, took out a small ball full of feathers. "I brought this to you." Stepping closer, she realized it was a small white cat. He gave it to her, and suddenly she realized that this man would not treat her heart with justice. He totally intended to undermine her defenses by any means necessary. In the first letters, she complained to him that she would never allow her to adopt a cat. They are in the barn but never allowed into the house. "He still remembers," she finally said. "Oh." When she picked up the ball from him, his hand ran through her hand. This light touch ignited the feeling she was trying to lock. Whenever he was near this man, her heart was struck by a powerful attack. In order to distract her, she focused her attention on the little animal. The cat reminded her of a white tiger, eyes that looked as if they were sincere, exactly the way Matthew looked at her at birth. Suddenly her heart stopped beating and she hugged the small animal close to her. Its tiny claws deep into her sleeve, the little cat shows me extremely well. Careful, her heart reminded. Paul understood her better than anyone else, and seemed to disregard the warning, he had absolutely no intention of flirting with her. That's not true. "You should not hold it," she said sincerely, even as the little cat threw lightly in his hand, making a small moan. "On our way back to London, maybe it would be scary because there was not a real roof." "But I want to keep it." His gaze was calm, and as he walked towards the valley, she Seeing that I could do nothing but follow him. Juliette rolled the cat under her jacket and stepped back. Her head was screaming to thank him and leave. However, she knew it would be safe to be alone with Paul Fraser if that was not right. She felt the strength of her willpower is gradually weakening. He is still handsome, but the five months of dying his hair on his face, making him fierce. He was always tall, but he seemed so strong, it felt like he would not let anyone harm her. She immediately stifled that thought. Last night she made it very clear that there was nothing but friendship between them. What you say can not change that. "We will not go too far," Paul added. Just pass the peasant's tent. He led her across the snow, on a horse-drawn path, covered with snow on her face. He held her hand to keep her from falling. They quietly walked together for a long time, breathing in ice. "The Duke has promised to let them build houses here." "Your mother will be with them?" He nodded. "You too. Until his house is redone. "She jumped. It is very cold, not everyone can sleep in the tent. "The kids should sleep in the stables until we build more warmth." "Well, that's the best. We will divide the land, start building tomorrow. Soon, we will be safe and warm again. "He took her hand, the warmth radiating from his hand made her feel comfortable. However, as they stood on the top of the hill and looked down into the tent, she noticed the sign of the loss. Her family was forced to move by the fire, like most people. It was only through the marriage of her sister that the whole family had a shelter, instead of being in the tent as fragile as it should be. The cold wind made her grip tight on her lap, immediately picturing the chilly scene. And Paul was with them. "No one would have to live like this anymore," she whispered. "Too cold." "Yes," Paul agreed. "He cared for the sick all winter. There will be more deaths this month. Whether hunger or cold death are the same. "He pointed to the row of tents that once lay on her father's land. "I will do all I can to save them." She folded her arm, leaning against him as they walked. "You need to be here." Especially after the uprising. When Strathland expelled the landlord, they had nowhere to go. That made the adult men angry ... but when old people and children were forced to live in the snow,"They should never be kicked out of their land," he emphasized. "Strathland is responsible. He and the damned sheep. "His sharp voice was filled with hatred, the chill swept over her with nothing compared to the cold weather of the time. "He was too powerful. None of us can stop him. "" I'm going to stop him, Juliette. "He turned around, his eyes intense. "You never forget what Strathland did to your father." The threat and hatred filled her, she took a step back. "If you were against Strathland, you would have just died." The story of his father being hanged covered the gloomy atmosphere on all of them. And although Worthingstone had won the Eiloch Hill from the earl after a gamble, only a few farmers were eager to live here. Too many sad memories associated with this land. "He was not a coward, Juliette. And he will make sure that all the farmers get what they need. No one will get them out of the house - especially Strathland. "" What are you going to do? "His eyes widened. "I have some plans. Your father's family line is ... "His voice grew smaller as he considered the words. "That is, my uncle may have some influence." Juliette waited for him to continue, but he did not say anything. His face scowled as if in a state of thought. "The farmer will be fine," she reassured him. "Now they are far from Strathland and can rebuild their lives." "Me too?" He remembers. Even though he knew he was talking about the fire that burned down his house, she Reminds of another problem: Away from Strathland. "Yes," she replied. She intended to stay away from the Count of Strathland for hundreds of miles. Paul led her away from the farmers, fixing the position of the sleeping cat in her hand. He noticed her concern and asked, "What are you going to name it?" She shrugged. "I do not know. Do you have any suggestions? "The mischievous look appeared on his face. "I'm afraid my suggestion will not be suitable." He led her deep into the forest until the trees covered the two. Several large branches were covered with thick snow. "His house used to have a hunting dog," he continued. "What do you miss calling me?" "Horse." She almost forgot about the dog for so long. "It's about the size of a horse. As a kid, he tried to ride it, but the dog did not want to. "Imagining Paul was riding an animal that made her laugh. "I do not think he likes it." Juliette looked at the cat, raising it. In a teasing tone, she suggested, "Should you make people confused and call it Dogs?" His face softened. "Or you could call it 'My mind.'" She looked bewildered, he explained. "When it comes to catching the mouse, you can say 'My mind is wandering' or 'I'm losing my mind'." She moaned at the idea. "Awesome!" "Ah." His evil smile made her feel warm, and irresistible, she laughed too. He wrapped her arms as they continued to walk, his face softening for a moment. She was anxious to look into his eyes. "I have not seen you smile for a long time." The way he looks at her now is not like a man who does not intend to maintain friendship. He did not touch her at all, just put one hand on the skinny birch tree, leaning close to her. In her, she began to rise in horror as the bad memory roared. "You should not walk with me." She adjusted the

crooked cat in her hand and began to turn away. pot. His voice contained the orders of the people who were not supposed to let her go. Then he stopped and pleaded. "Please." He did not understand. It seems that he believes that if he continues to pursue, in the end she will be tender. Before she could refuse, he continued, "I did not invite you out to make me feel trapped in the dead end, Juliette. But that's what I want to say before you leave Scotland. "She did not want to hear anything. Immediately, her skin was pinched by the perception of his concern for himself. I want you, but you have nothing for me. "I hope you stay here," he said simply. "I can not," she insisted. Although returning to her sister's wedding, she had to return to London with her son. She thought there was no greater joy than the joy of watching Matthew grow up every day. If possible, she became the baby's nanny. But the ladies were not allowed to be servants. The cat pressed his nail into Juliette's sleeve, gently pulling it out. "You really are