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They must start somewhere.Sinclair nodded. "I will go with you, I will. But you are more influential than me. "Paul knew he was referring to his uncle. "The title does not belong to me yet." And maybe he would not inherit anything if his uncle married and had a son. Although giving Paul a small subsidy, Donald Fraser agrees with the view that a man must stand on his own and create his own life - that's why he pays Paul to learn. Edinburgh School of Medicine. Then, he wanted Paul to live in that house, work as a doctor until he learned to manage it all. In contrast, Paul returned to Ballaloch. There will be enough time to learn about the inheritance right after his mother gets a house. "Will no one here know the truth, right?" Cain interrupted his line of thought. "All will know you are a viscount." "That title is not mine yet." "But you are his heir," said Sinclair insisted. "You can meet Miss Andrews, free to flirt with her and stay at the Lanfordshire mansion." Paul set the beer down, not quite sure it was a good idea. Although his uncle forced him to attend social gatherings, learn to behave properly, but Paul never felt comfortable. He preferred the comfort of a traditional striped suit, rather than being held in his vest and suit. "" I think you came to London because of Andrews, "Cain said. "Or am I wrong? Are you planning on finding another young girl to marry? "Paul pointed his gaze at him. "She replied that I did not want to get married. Not me, or anyone. Resolutely unchanged. "" Someday, things will be different, "Cain comforted. He shrugged, unable to answer. But he needs to be near her, to find out if there is any hope. At this time, time and patience are his allies. If there was any chance she would think about starting over with him, he would have waited until then.Sinclair extracted the letter, "If it were you, Fraser, I would use that title as an advantage. . He had his chance. Do not throw it away! "But if you enter her world, you may be ruined. You are not a viscount. He's just a doctor and a rebel who's never been used to acting in the ballroom. All is a lie, though Sinclair is right: That lie can open the door, help him get closer to Juliette. And perhaps it is worth the effort. * * * In the winter of 1808 " Waited so long to see your beautiful face, Juliette. "She turned to see Paul was following him. Snowflakes are prominent in black hair, deep blue eyes drifting in and out of her lines. His cheeks were jagged, as if he did not have enough time to shave his entire journey. Welcoming him back with a warm embrace filled her, but she suppressed it. Both were older and her childhood remnants also disappeared. An invisible barrier appears between them, formed from the distance and the mother's warning about the proper behavior of a young lady. "I never thought I would meet you here," she said. hope you find the joy in her face. Too long, she felt awkward. Like the letters they send to each other written by others. "He could only stay for a few days." He stepped closer, warmth in his eyes, the longing dark enough to overwhelm the her other senses. My eyes are like: I miss you. "Edinburgh is so far away," she whispered, her skin tingling with unrealistic sensations. Just as he was only using his willpower to caress her. "Do not you welcome me?" He teased, holding her hand. He was taller, she had to raise her head to see his face. "Not here," she whispered, shaking her head. "Not where everyone can see." Her cheeks flushed red with the kind of welcome he wanted. Although she wanted to break into his arms, feeling his power enveloping her, but that was not right. However, he heard the words, leading her away from the cottage. He steadily walked beside her, only putting his hand lightly on her back led her toward the hillside. The snow was still falling, covered with water spray on her cheeks and nose as they passed through snow dunes. As they reached the thick snow, Paul held her hand to keep her from falling. The warmth of his gloved hand made her heart beat faster. The farmer's tent was behind him, helping her to the top of the hill. A small forest of oaks and oaks hides them from everyone's sight. Here, snow has not fallen so thickly, she brushes the branches off the road, until they are almost in the center of the forest. Finally, Paul turned to look at her, the desire in his eyes is very clear. "I have braided hair, like a lady," he remarked, reaching out to touch the brown hair under Juliette's hat. She stood motionless, her mother's teaching on the rules of conduct. She should not let him touch me, not now. She was tenSeven and understand that there are reasons to keep a distance with a gentleman. "You are a beautiful lady, always the same as before." He pulled away as suddenly understood they are no longer child. "I always miss you over the years." She did not trust herself to open her mouth, and seemed to understand that. He was a boy over nineteen years old. But ... he was the same Paul she had known. Before she could move, he pushed her against a sturdy tree, holding her hips tight and looking her way. "I was a little lower." The smile in his eyes warmed her, she leaned her head back. "He was taller." In response, he lifted her up until her eyes were wide. His intimacy made her uncomfortable, and he hugged her as if she was no heavier than the clothes. "Put me down, Paul," she pleaded despite knowing he was just teasing her. On the contrary, he kept her longer, her strong arms wrapped around her. She no longer felt cold, but clearly aware that his body was squeezing closer. The memory of his kiss was subdued and a rush of heat ran down her back. "I brought you a present," he said, putting her down. "You have to save for months." He grimaced for a moment, looking down at his arm as if as if he was ashamed of the hole. "He studied with a drug maker for some time, then enrolled in college again. This time he was received. "He reached into his coat pocket and took out a silver ring. The ring is carved with a single flower. He grasped her hand, looking for the best fit. "I want to have something to remind you of our promise. Because he will not be able to return until after school. And when I came back, I wanted to marry you, little girl. "She followed the ring, knowing that this gift was very expensive to him, no doubt he really wanted to be in his life. Her heart throbs with joy because of his love for her, and she also cares about him. She eagerly waited for the ring and ran home to show that Paul had proposed to her. But thinking of her mother's reaction, it was extremely violent. Beatrice will not be happy at all. If only half-hearted, her mother will forbid her not see him again. Really reluctantly, she slowly took off the ring. "Paul, I-" "Do not say anything," he warned, putting a finger on her mouth. "You can understand what I'm thinking. But keep it and decide later. "She still insisted on removing the ring. The fact that you wear it will give you false hope. However ... he is her prohibited secret. She did not want to return. Instead, she wanted to enter the chain, wearing it close to her heart. Paul held her hand. "Go to the farmer's tent with you. You can help me divide the food. "" What food? "She frowned, not knowing what he was saying." I'll see. "He did not explain further, leading her down the hillside. They headed for the hut. The dogs barked as they approached, and Juliette clutched her wrinkled fur cape as the winter wind blew. She still carried bread for them, but when she saw the children gather in a hut, She is even more bleak. Their shoes are very thin, woolly cloaks are wrapped around them. A man carries a bag of potatoes, radishes and dried fish. "Where did this food come from?" She asked, staring at the pile of food. When Paul did not answer, she hesitated. In the smallest whisper, she asked, "It's not stealing?" He still did not respond. The silver ring on his arm seemed to be heavier, and she wondered if he was the one who planned the attack or just joined in. "That's not true," she murmured. "They should not be ..." "That was the food they had stolen," he said, not wanting to hide his anger in his voice. "Strathland doubled their rent just weeks before chasing them away. When they can not pay, they have cleared their winter supplies. "She shook her head. "I do not understand. He does not need their food. "" No, but if he gets away, they'll have no choice but to leave. "His eyes grew wilder. "Open your eyes, Juliette. He also steals the blind man. "His

expression was more acute. "And surely you must know because I usually bring bread to them." "I have to do something," she admitted. "But not enough. Will never be enough. We still do not have enough bread for ourselves. "" So you understand. "He took his hand, leading her to the children who were lining up. On the other hand, food can rot in his store. They will be better used where they need them. "Juliette took a deep breath, looking at the pile of food. "What if you were caught?" She followed the edge of the ring, fearing for this possibility. There was a ruthless look on his face that she barely saw a few years ago. It reminded her how much he hated Strathland and his vengeance oath. "I will be in Edinburgh. These people could blame him if they wanted to, but they would not let Strathland know where he was. He still believes you are here, in the North. "She looked straight at him, harsh," So this is your plan of revenge? Stealing? "Paul's mouth tightened. "I'm not a thief, if that's what you're thinking."