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honey As Mrs. Larson said, she saw Dr. Fraser and MacKinloch. The two of them are arguing, though not listening to what he says, but she sees the tension in the air. She frowned, wondering what they were about. Two men broke up, Dr Fraser went to the stables while MacKinloch was gathering with the farmers who were setting up tents on the land of the duke. She waited for a few minutes, not sure if she should see him. It was late, maybe he would misunderstand her purpose. Suddenly her mother's voice rang from behind, and the door opened. Before Beatrice could see, she ran toward the stables in the dark. For a moment, she stood at the door, trying to calm her heartbeat. There is no reason to be afraid to talk to Paul. She finds him standing next to the horses. The smell of smoke mixed with the odor of the animal emitting in the air as she entered. Paul's hair messed up, a tad short of overhanging. The brake pads are off, the sleeves are high. At this time, he was combing a horse's hair as if to relax his body with a non-thinking activity. "Thank you for trying to put a fire on us," she said, not knowing what to start with. brain. The words were carefully prepared, together with all the reasons why he had to give up their friendship in the back of his throat. "He was so happy to help." Paul did not turn to her but glimpsed it. eyes on the horses. For a long time, the feeling of discomfort increased as she thought about leaving. "I did not answer your letter last year," he said, finally turning to face her. Every step he approached, her guilt increased. "I have not written to you for months. Not just since you proposed to me. "It was him. The opportunity she waited to prevent him from thinking more deeply came. "That does not look right." But that's not true. No words can erase her mistakes as well as narrow the gap between them. She paid the postage to receive all the mail he sent ... but not enough courage to read recent letters. In the previous letters, he talked about school and she felt his loneliness through the words, which became a blade deep in her scarred heart. He expected her a friendship, and over the years he demanded more. He expressed his dream to her, having asked her to marry him when he returned. But she was a woman who was ruined and had children with another man. She could never confess that fact to him. So it would be easier to take that letter and never read it. "I'll wait until I get the answer," he said solemnly. It would be kinder if she told him not to do so and assured that there would never be a marriage between them as she had planned. But not tonight. She would easily cut off all ties when returning to London. Because at least she did not have to face him. Juliette tried to think what to say next and only thought of the only sentence. "Who do you think caused the fire?" She wondered if the Strathland had somehow sneaked into her house with the farmers. Fraser hesitated as he considered the answer. error. "I'm not sure Strathland got his hands on it." Whenever he mentioned the Earl, Juliette's stomach twitched. Even though he tried to stay away from the guitarist, his name still made her gnarled. Countess Strathland is continually insinuating with her family, and Juliette is happy to have escaped him in London. "There is no reason to doubt it. He wants us to leave Scotland to occupy that land. "She did not hide her disgust. The baron had bought thousands more sheep and wool, now worth the price of war. Most of the soldiers were sent to Spain to fight with Napoleon's army and to sew their uniforms would require a lot of wool. The Earl of Strathland needs more grassland for the animals, and her family often finds them intruding on her lawn. "He thought, too," Fraser stared at her for a long moment and caught her. worried, as if he could read the thoughts in her mind. He took a step further, while she still buried her feet in place, feeling the air between them warming up. Her mind is determined to warn, because if she does not go, her willpower will dissolve into dust. "I do not know what we should do now," she said.Then hurry up, "Debts are on the rise and we're just getting started earning money through Victoria's sewing." She hardly realized what she was saying because she had to stick to any subject. Of course Paul did not know what kind of clothes they were sewing. Victoria's notorious product line has brought more money than they ever dreamed. They call it Aphrodite's Unmentionables (1). Designed from silk and satin, they are unrealistic for most women, but are perfectly suited to the London aristocracy - who are used to wearing only one or two suits. 1) It can be translated as "Aphrodite's underwear" - goddess of beauty and love in Greek mythology. "She can not continue to sew in the position of a duchess," Paul pointed out. out "But maybe Worthingstone will help my family." "I hope so." But she did not like to rely on others to solve family problems. On the contrary, she hoped somehow she and her sister could continue the business. Although Juliette hated sewing, she preferred to set prices and bookkeeping, consider raw materials costs, transport Sinclair's shipping and predicted profits as a way to fill the lonely hours. You will be more helpful if you return to London. It's a way to support your family and make you feel good. Especially when she never married. She stared into the night, her heart softened as she remembered her sister's face when she swore to marry the duke. "It was a great wedding. I never thought Victoria was the first of us married. But I'm glad for her. "" What about you? "He asked. "Do you like to have Christmas in London?", As harsh as his mother imagined her to march around looking for potential husbands. "I want to visit her aunt and her aunt," she confessed. . My son, she silently cure. Remembering Matthew's round face and the way the boy tried to hold his fist in his mouth made her laugh. But thinking about having to leave the boy, her throat bitter. The time spent with Matthew was worth the terrible price of leaving him. And if he never got married, she wanted to be near him as often as possible. She added, "Margaret loves each of those moments. She made a list of all the right guys and categorized them. "Her sister was very ambitious. Juliette caught his eye, she continued, "Although she is very happy for Victoria, I suppose Margaret is disappointed that she can find a better bunch than her without any prom." "And that's the kind of gentleman you want?" She stiffened at that question, feeling jealousy in his voice. While she looks forward to her mother, she attends all the meetings her aunt introduces to the titular, but she does not remember any potential proletariat. "I do not think that's your business." He hung his horse up, untied the reins. Without looking at her, he continued, "Did you make me embarrassed this morning when you took on Worthingstone's hat?" "It's not your fault," she began, though they both knew it was a lie. . "But I'm not embarrassed by the way you care about me." She did not want him to feel humiliated because the truth was clear that she would never marry him. Her face was tense, her hands twisted. You should not

have done that. Others may think that ... "" I love you. "A simple truth in words, word by word, destroys her. Incorrect. But once again, she did not reply, did not say anything. "And I bet he's not the only one looking at my beautiful face." "I'm not the right person for you. "Paul," she whispered. She must finish this, no matter how much he hurts you. "You should pay attention to the others. I do not plan to marry anyone. "" Especially a Scottish revolt right? "He sarcastically said. That was not the reason, but she could not say that. Juliette shrugs helplessly. "The way you go with the others is very dangerous." "You're a doctor. You have traveled to many places. "He took Juliette's hand and knit his fingers in her. "And I'm not the only one looking at you. Since returning from Edinburgh, you have seen Strathland riding on the edge of your home. "" Do not mention him! "