Juliana was walking vigorously in the garden, organizing her thoughts.
Maybe because she fell asleep like she fainted last night, she woke up so early at the crack of dawn.
Breathing in the chilly early morning breeze, she looked at the blue roses that stood out green even in winter.
The duke’s mansion had a mysterious and quaint blue roses garden.
It was a garden built at the behest of Evan Hilcheon only because she liked roses.
Juliana never thought it was a carefully prepared garden after receiving it as a gift.
Honestly, it’s because Juliana Auburn had forbidden herself to think of Evan Hilcheon in the first place.
But at the dawn like this, when she walked around the garden, surrounded by the blue roses he had given her, she had no choice but to think about him.
Even if she was angry, Juliana had no choice but to laugh at him. A man who loves her as she is.
However, when a true heroine appears, the male lead will help kill Juliana Auburn and pretend not to know that he loved……
“You like me more than I thought.”
Juliana smiled faintly. And gently stroked the blue rose he had given her.
“I still don’t know why I like it.”
This was the moment when she was about to touch the flower bed, slowly touching the rose petals. Hidden behind the beautiful rose petals, she was stabbed with an invisible thorn.
“Ah!”
With a little bloodshot thumb sucked through her mouth, Juliana frowned.
Then, she raised her head up.
She could definitely feel someone’s gaze, but there was no one at the window.
But Juliana knew vaguely whose gaze it was. And he must have noticed that Juliana already knew. But he didn’t care.
‘I care.’
It’s a little unfair, Juliana complained, deceived.
Then she lowered her sucked finger and looked down at the wound, from the painful thorn.
Light tears and round bloodstains remained. Juliana thought with a frown.
‘It’s an unfair game from the start. I can’t stop paying attention to you, and I can’t shake it off.’
He was being childish. He was begging for her skirt. Her love that he shouldn’t wish for.
The love of a woman who will someday be killed.
“Evan, if I want you to give up on me, do I have to show you the bottom line?”
Juliana murmured melancholy.
Evan Hilcheon didn’t know yet. The fact that Juliana Auburn, who was conscious of her past life, has become a person who can do both bad and childish things.
She felt depressed again, suffering from a wound that left a mark in a round shape.
‘I’ll show you that you have to take it off to make sure you get it off.’
Then she squatted and looked at the blue rose that fell on the ground.
The wet leaves of the roses, wet with winter dew, were as if foretold what would happen in the future.
“I wasn’t going to use a typical method like this, but…..”
She picked up the petals of the roses that had fallen from the broken flower bed and pressed them gently to her chest. Her heart trembled like a bird flapping its wings.
Then Juliana looked up again and tried to find the image of Evan.
But his figure was not noticeable, perhaps because he really went into the room.