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This is the first time she feels the friendship foundation between them is changing. Her skin became more sensitive to him, his body solid and strong against her soft body. Allowing him to hug her like this was wrong. He is the son of a poor farmer (1), and she is the daughter of an officer. Her parents had expected that someday she would marry a knight or baron (2). Even a baroness because her uncle is a baron. Although the dispute between her father and his brother took her to this small land in northwest Scotland, she did not bother about leaving her London home. Here, she has the freedom to never know. (1) In Scotland, they are landlords from the landowner and live on livestock raising there. (2) The lowest title in the UK , under the baron but on the knight. Her heart rhythm as she closed her eyes, struggling against the willingness to respond to his touch. "I'll leave Ballaloch," Paul finally said. "I'm going to send you to Edinburgh to live with my uncle." The word was like a knife stabbing her heart, even though she knew he had to go. They may hang Kenneth for the attack, but it's only a matter of time before Paul's turn. "There you will be safer." "I do not want to see you anymore," he said, staring into space. After what you did. "His voice was heavy with pain. She clenched his arm, wishing she knew what to say to him. "Everything will be all right." "No. It will not be okay. "He let go of her hand, placing his elbows on his knees. "I do not know when I can return." Juliette knelt on her knees, reaching out to touch his face. "Maybe his mother wants to protect him from those who did this. You are my only son. "" You should have been swinging on that necklace. "" Do not say that! "She leaned her forehead against his forehead, holding her hand, Both her hands on her cheeks. "I know you're hurting for you." "I just ... can not believe it happened. I just wish that when I woke up, I would see him again with his mother and son. "He closed his dark blue eyes, slamming shut, as if trying to repel infinite pain. In the light that fell through the trees, the outside world faded away until only Paul and her were left. Her hands slid down his shoulders, and in the blink of an eye she found herself in his arms. That is not right. She avoided, her mind ordered. He was her best friend, her heart protested. Paul needed her, and she felt his pain as if it were his own pain. If her father dies like that, she can not imagine how empty she is. "I can not stay in Scotland," she whispered, leaning against his cheek. "Too dangerous." The scent on his skin reminded her of the scent of wild pine wood that sprouted over the highlands. She sniffed, trying to keep a memory of him. "I do not want anything to happen to you," she repeated. "Promise me, you will do as your mother intended and be safe!" "You want justice," he interrupted, his eyes still closed. "How can you come to Edinburgh and turn away from what Strathland did to your father?" "When you come back, perhaps things will change." Juliette touched his cheek, his hand. He slid down her waist, absently caressing her back. A wave of warmth and warmth filled the room and she avoided the emotions that she was not ready to face. The eyes became distant, he shook his head. "That earl should be in the same fate as your father." Juliette was silent, knowing that his words had come from suffering and fear. "Let it pass, Paul," she murmured. "The power of the Count of Strathland is so great." He did not answer, making her feel that if he stayed, he would have done very risky business. She did not doubt that this was another reason why his mother forced him away. "Please," she pleaded. "Because of you." "At this moment," he agreed. "But his time will come." From the darkness of his face, she saw the promise of revenge. "There will be people catching Strathland pay the price for how he treats people. He enriches with their blood. "" That person is not necessarily you. "She wrapped a handkerchief around his knuckles, looking up into his eyes. "Not at this time anyway." His dark blue eyes locked her gaze. "I will not forget, Juliette." "I hope you do not forget," she replied. "At least not everything." Fear dripped in her stomach by the way he looked at her now. She escaped his arms, not knowing what to say. His eyes looked at her face. There is something unforgettable. "She stiffened as he touched her cheek. The look from his eyes was that of a haunted man, who regarded her as more than a friend. Although both are very young, there is still an undeniable relationship with Paul Fraser. She could not name him, but in his eyes, she caught a glimpse of the path leading to a forbidden life. "Can you kiss me before I go?" He whispered. she never kissedWho. He made her confused, did not know what to say. But he misunderstood her silence was to agree. His mouth was hovering on her lips, and at the point of contact with his lips a virgin thread connected them. It was a light-hearted kiss, with only a small force on her lips. And of course, it contained a non-verbal promise. She has never known the existence of this kind of temptation and responds to him without realizing it. The warning flowed down her body as his mouth moved on her lips, the stimulus that had awoken the flow of emotion. As his hand moved down her back, she felt a shudder of alertness but demanded him more. Both drowned in desire, the kiss deeper, his tongue sliding into her mouth. . She accepted him, tight breathing in her lungs as she realized that there was always a relationship more than friendship between them. Juliet grasped him even though it was not true. Paul Fraser is a secretive desire that she may never have. "He will write to you," he said on her lips. She could not breathe because her mind was spinning with the certainty of a dream shattered. In the depths of her heart, she was afraid she would never see him again. ** Scotland, 1811 He has spent the last two years waiting to see her again. Dr. Paul Fraser tries to sneak past the guests at the wedding, looking for glimpses of a young girl who has haunted her since leaving. Ballaloch. Although he has returned several times in the past five years, Juliette has left during his recent visits. In the last meeting with Juliette, he proposed to her ... And since that time, he no longer received her letter. No explanation. He wanted to believe that something had happened to those letters, that she had not received dozens of messages from him, and that a conversation would clear up any misunderstandings. But his heart is heavy laden sadness because the suspect has no misunderstanding here. She made her choice and it was not him. He did not ask for an answer. But he also did not let her disappear among the guests at her sister's wedding. After all that time, he wanted to look her in the eye and search for the truth no matter how bitter it was. The bride and groom stood at the top of the stairs, while the unmarried young women gathered side by side. below. Paul was standing among the men, but his attention tied to Juliette. She turned her back towards him, she was much taller with a slim waist. He longed to see her face with green eyes that had fascinated him for years. His reason told him to leave her and let the past pass. But stubborn heart can not forget. Never! The bride threw a cool blue silk scarf across the railing, and she parked her hands on Juliette's arm. She stared at the towel as if it were a poisonous snake, the screams of the guests screaming, "I'll be the next one to marry!" The housekeeper grinned. "Not great, young girl?" But Juliette was not happy at all. In contrast, her face was as white as had been sentenced to death. Before Paul realized what was happening, the groom threw his hat over the railing from the top of the stairs. It is about to fall into the hands of one of his relatives, Paul quickly grabbed before he can claim possession. He knows what this memorial means, it is an excuse to talk to her. And finally, will discover why she refuses to face him. But through the crowd, he stopped in front of her and discovered more than he thought. The young girl standing in front of him was no longer Juliette he had known. Paul could see that

through the way she gazed into the air in her confused mind. To strangers, they may assume that she behaves like any girl ... calm and calm. But ... he can see through her fake. The brown hair that once shone yellow, now becomes gray and tangled, as if she was not sad to do anything but clamp it. Her sad blue eyes became mysterious to him. Now she's a slender girl, but her cheeks are deep and dark circles around her eyes. She did not seem to eat or drink anything. Juliette pressed the shawl into Amelia's sister's hand and headed for the door. It was as if she could not stand the thought of being married to him. Her pride kept him still while she walked away. Obviously she did not want to get involved with him and that was the answer that he expected. However, running away is not her character. The girl you know will blush and laugh at this fun teaser. She would not run away. But it would not be safe for her to be alone. And while she may not want him to go, he still wants to make sure she is okay. One of his friends, Rory MacKinloch, grabs his arm. "She is a beautiful girl, but has a soft heart, boy. Remember that! "Rory tightened his wrists as if he considered himself Juliette's brother. Paul threw his hand out. "I know her from the day she set foot