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Go to Scotland! "He was willing to bet that he knew her more than anyone else. She opened the door for him through dozens of letters. The knowing smile bloomed on Rory's face. "She does not seem to want the attention of him, boy. Maybe you should keep an eye on others. "" She's the one for me. Definitely. "He turned to the crowd, knowing that Juliette had stepped out. When he arrived at the door, he opened it and found the sky overcast, a sign that the snow would fall. The weather in late January was already harsh, and the chill made it even more difficult for peasants. Juliette picked up her skirt and ran toward the barn. While clinging to her, his gaze swept over the sheltered peasant's sheltered tent set in the midst of the snow, some of the fire burning outside ash. They were forced to leave their land. was living when the Earl of Strathland refused to extend the lease in the fall and his mother was also among them. If not the Duke of Worthingstone agreed to let them rebuild his house on land, Paul brought his mother back to Edinburgh. Meanwhile, Bridget insisted on staying with everyone, no matter how distressing the situation was. She is their only midwife and is resilient enough to withstand winter nights. Some refuse to leave. When they tried to secretly return, Strathland's manager Melford had ordered their home burned. Sometimes there were people inside. His jaw clenched as he remembered it. He took care of a lot of burns, won back life for them. It only strengthened the desire to avenge his count. Not only because of what happened to his family, but also because of everyone. He stopped in front of the barn, placing his hand on the wooden door frame. Instinct tells him to leave Juliette alone, but the urge to protect her is more intense. * * * He is here. Heartbeat Juliette Andrews pounding, she barely breathing. A few years passed and Dr. Paul Fraser became a handsome man. The wavy black hair and dark blue eyes made her knees soft as raw milk custards. When she caught his sister's scarf, he also grabbed the groom's hat. Every girl would be happy because he had a hat instead of another man. But Juliette, on the other hand, felt extremely panicked. This impressive, handsome tall man will not be willing to listen to why she decided to remain celibate for the rest of her life. From the moment Paul returned to Scotland, she was clearly aware of his pursuit, despite her evasive efforts. He wanted the answer, and she did not want to reveal anything to him. She tried to find her calm and know what she was. He wants to talk to her after all that time is completely natural. After all, they are still friends. But he still wants more. And that's what she can not give him. Juliet walked up to a cubicle, munched the table to soothe her mind. his disorder. If only she could put her life in the columns in a good way, the reason is that she does not owe him any explanation. Feelings will change, especially under the influence of space and time. Right, yes! She was forced to freeze her heart, silently unable to allow herself to be weak when she was near Paul Fraser. The dream of a young girl is no longer in her life right now. The numbers, pens and paper are her closest companions. She will grow old with ink-filled fingers of numbers because of calculating family income. Her heart was so cold that she never felt the cracks there. Juliet felt comfortable with her decision. She will not drown in the past or the fault of the past, nor will she allow this sinister Scottish gentleman to come up with a clue to her meticulous plans. shattered. And thank God, she would keep her secret, so he would alienate her and find a more worthy person. That person would never be her. * * * Paul mesmerized the hat in his hand. put it outside the barn door. Juliette pushed back inward, her hands placed on a pile of stalls as if to stabilize her thoughts. Although he did not say a word, she looked up when he came in. "I followed you," her voice showed resignation. "I was afraid you would do that." It was not an encouraging greeting. "I came to see you, not to bother you." "I'm okay, really." She nodded toward the door as if he hoped he would leave. He could see many hidden things. Lay her mask of indifference. For the past few weeks, he tried to meet her but she resolutely refused. At this time, she is strange to him. Under the light, she looks more fragile. It looks like she has forgotten how to smile. "You are so goodbelly for your concern, "she said. "But you just have to be alone for a moment." She pulled out a brownish hair curling down her ear, looking at the door as if to indicate he was leaving. But Paul had no intention of leaving. Never. He took a step, looking at the stable. "I have to tell you, I really want to see you again." "It was a long time," she said coldly, as if eager for him to leave. And damn, he could not think of why she hated him so much. All he did was ask for her. "You should go, Dr. Fraser," she suggested. "I'm sure my friends will miss you very much!" His friends. Did not you sound like she was not one of them? But even more so, she called him a doctor instead of his name. Well, the desire to keep her distance is extremely clear though he does not understand why. He had not seen her in the past few years and wondered if I had done anything offensive to her for ten minutes before her appearance. If she was the other, he thought she was joking. But Juliette is not the kind of person. She is always consistent and honest. "We used to be friends," he reminded her. "Has everything changed since you went to Y?" He folded his arms, waiting for the answer. If you do not want me anymore then you will go. Under the cover of indifference, he glimpsed her vague fear. She is trying to keep calm, trying to behave like nothing changes. But there was darkness deep in her eyes, the weakening expression on her pale skin. Juliette stepped closer to him, staring for a long moment. "I do not know what our relationship is anymore?", Her voice showed a deep regret. "But I should not be alone with you. That does not make sense at all. "" Now you seem like your sister Margaret! No longer is she often climbing trees with him again. "Paul took another step closer, peering into her mind that she was not. She did not step back, still holding her position, repeating," I say You should go. "" Me too. "And he would go as soon as he got the answer he wanted. He always believed in his instincts, her attitude is something that goes against the words. He slowly reached out and took her hand and pressed against his chest. It was an experiment to see if she considered him a threat. Her gloved fingers were slim, but when he let go, she still did not pull back. Instead, she pressed it against his chest. A great pain enveloped her eyes as if to find the great consolation from this touch. He had to use every inch of his will to keep her from pulling her tight and hugging her tightly. Their relationship had become tight through the letters during the last few years and he understood the thirst. his longing. Although not sure about the possibility of success, he still wants her to know that he will take care of her. "I've been avoiding you since you came back to Scotland." "I was in London," she protested. "I refused to see you when I came to see you." "She's my mother." She shook her head. . "I did not know you visited until you were kicked out." "Want to see you?" For a moment, her expression showed a thirst that made his heart almost stop. Her hand moved gently on his skin and she closed her eyes. She was about to say "yes". He was sure of it. A flash of light flashed on her face before she could hide it. "We almost do not understand each other. It's been years. "" Did you forget what was in store for us? "He placed his hand on her cheeks, the fear suddenly rising in her green eyes as if she was trying to run away. torch. Her cheeks were pink and he realized she did not forget. But the look of action did not push him out to show her not mind it at all. Actually, she was very mindful. From the way she touched him, and not even stepping back. She leaned on him as if to remember every day they spent together as a child. He let go of his hands, allowing her to back out. The fact is that she still retains the old posture, which gives him some hope. Just his words contradict the action. "Just as he glanced at the dozens of women ready to kneel at his feet," she

heaved her voice and lowered her eyes. "There is a difference." He quietly replied, "There is only one woman that you want." "Not me." She took a deep breath, backing away from him. In that moment, he saw a broken heart, he wondered what had happened in the last two years. She is behaving older than her nineteen years. "What has changed, Juliette?" He wanted to hear the reason from her own mouth, to understand why she was alienated from him. out during the expulsion from the land a few months ago. Was she threatened during the violence? At the time, he believed that she was safe in London, but that was not the case. He spent all his time with the wounded and ignored everything except the war against death. "We are no longer children, Dr. Fraser," she said