“stop stealing my translations and credit me properly”
Rowena could not wait for a carriage, so she ran like crazy to Harriet’s house.
Her breath was ragged, and her legs trembled.
After knocking on the front door several times, Harriet opened her door.
“Are you all right
“Did you run all the way here from home You’re sweating so much… And you’re okay What do you mean all of a sudden
“Could it be… someone”
Rowena looked over Harriet’s shoulder with an uneasy look in her eyes.
It was the same as always.
“Did anyone come to visit you or threaten you Asked you to inform them of my location or…..”
“Huh I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Relieved by the clueless answer, Rowena sank on the spot.
Harriet, equally distraught at the unexpected situation, grabbed Rowena by the elbow and helped her up.
“What the hell is going on”
“No, nothing at all.
As long as everything’s okay…That’s enough…”
Muttering to herself, Rowena stood firmly on her feet.
“If a stranger asks about me, you have to tell them that you don’t know me.”
Her expression was a mixture of fear, anger, and sorrow.
“And I’m sorry, but… I can’t take your previous offer.
It seems that I have to move out due to some circumstances.”
Before she had time to pursue the question, ‘What the hell is going on’ Rowena turned around and hurriedly ran back to her house again.
Harriet, who had been calling to her as Rowena disappeared in the distance, slowly lowered her outstretched hand and turned around as she breathed in heavily.
“Rebe…no, nothing bad is going to happen to Rowena, is it”
At the trembling question, someone came out of the kitchen.
“Of course not.”
The voice was low, deep, and resonant.
There were no highs or lows, and she couldn’t identify his emotions.
As she slowly raised her gaze from the old carpet at the man’s face, Harriet wiped the sweat off her palms onto the hem of her skirt.
The man was intimidating enough to make her suffocated just by facing him directly.
After a few sideways glances, the attendant approached her and presented her with a check.
It was a blank check with the seal of the Devonshire family on it.
“You may write as much as you like.
Think of it as a reward for taking care of my woman.”
My woman. Harriet pursed her lips at the words he spat out without the slightest hesitation.
“Does this include the hush money…”
Killian walked past Harriet as his attendant handed him his hat instead of answering.
As he turned to leave the house, Harriet hurriedly called out to him.
Killian stopped, and turned his head instead of looking back.
“I don’t need this money after all…..”
Harriet, who had once again placed the blank check in the attendant’s pocket, pleaded for him to take it back.
“You’re the one Rowena needs.
That’s why I’m telling you, please don’t ever make her unhappy.”
Damian and Killian Devonshire.
The shock that struck her like a thunderbolt the moment she faced the man in front of her still hadn’t worn off.
A face that looked exactly like Damian’s.
She had no idea that the father of Rowena’s son, who Rowena had pretended had died, was the Duke of Rockford whom she had only seen in the newspaper.
Never in her wildest dreams did she think that such an amazing man would visit her home in person.
Harriet pondered the words that the man had spoken.
Describing how Rowena was forced to leave him due to differences in status and that he had only been able to come back to see her now.
She had informed him of Rowena’s whereabouts for a variety of reasons.
Regardless of the details, she seemed to be in a great deal of debt.
She also has a sick child and is in need of money.
The man in front of her had even offered to provide Rowena a house through Harriet.
And most importantly…
That man loves Rowena.
So there’s no harm in it.
She was sure of it.
His love for Rowena was evident, which gave her some level of confidence in him.
There was no response from the man, and the door closed without a sound.