Her gaze fell on the dagger lying on the windowsill, and the Duchess sighed, picked up the lid to close the box, and slid it into the drawer.
She noticed another box in the drawer, reached out, and took it out.
In the box lay a sparkling crystal rose.
As she looked at these crystal roses, an image of the dazzling red roses Adam Walker had once given her flashed before her eyes, and she immediately stood up and took a folder from the bookshelf.
Inside the folder was a rose that Adam Walker had given her, which she had quietly snipped and placed within—now withered.
Gazing at the withered rose in the folder, the Duchess reached into the box and took out a crystal rose, turning it over in her hand.
Could these... be from him?!
No!
She immediately dismissed the notion.
He was already married; he couldn't possibly be doing something like this... but, what then was the meaning of the roses he had planted? Could it be... that his wife also liked roses?
