Willow Moss
Stories
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Chapters
30
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In the early morning, the baron's bell rang as usual. I hurriedly left the dining table, carrying a pot of warm black tea, and briskly walked to the second-floor bedroom. The baron was accustomed to enjoying his first cup of tea in bed before getting dressed. This seemingly ordinary routine held a subtle awkwardness. I had once consulted Kahn and learned that, aside from his coat, the baron never required assistance with dressing. Yet now, he calmly shed his sleepwear and stood before me without any…-
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The dining room at Miles Manor resembles those of all aristocratic households, featuring a long table capable of seating dozens. The table is draped with a white tablecloth embroidered with chrysanthemum patterns, adorned in the center with freshly picked white roses, their excess leaves trimmed, arranged in blue-and-white porcelain vases edged with gold. Yet, seated before this elegant and beautiful table were two silent figures, dining quietly with almost no conversation. I thought to myself, they must…
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Kahn’s wedding was held in a small chapel. Though the ceremony was simple, it was filled with festive joy. In the countryside, commoners had few entertainment options, with farm work occupying most of their time. A wedding was a rare grand celebration, especially with the baron in attendance. People organized various games to liven up the festivities—wheelbarrow races, blind man's bluff, and more took turns. These activities were usually led by young men, with occasional participation from the…
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The baron paced back and forth in the room, hands clasped behind his back, his expression restless. He spoke: "Ever since you risked yourself to care for me, I haven't been able to forget you. Of course, I noticed your attitude toward Berry, but that can only be blamed on your background and upbringing. You come from humble origins and are accustomed to flattery—that's not your fault. I can forgive your lapses, as long as you mind your words and actions from now on." He continued: "I'm not ashamed to…
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The baron’s four-horse carriage was luxurious, but I had to stand on the rear step, shielding the luggage with my arms against the cold wind. Only now did I realize Austin had taken me away again. This happened years later in my past life, but now… My rationality told me not to get close to the baron, yet my actions unconsciously did the opposite—drawing nearer, even advancing further. Of course, unlike my past life, no one knew the baron had "special" feelings for me. The Lloyd family remained…
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While chopping wood, my clothes became soaked with sweat despite the cool weather. Especially when the early spring sunlight shone down, the heat made it unbearable. So, I took off my shirt and continued chopping bare-chested. At that moment, I heard the clip-clop of hooves approaching from afar. Looking up, I saw the baron, who had gone out riding in the morning, returning. He rode his horse slowly closer and eventually stopped beside me. I stood amidst a pile of firewood while he looked down at me…
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In the manor, four or five servants were dismissed, and the housekeeper Rachelia also left, believing herself to be derelict in her duties. My actions seemed to cause no real harm to the Lloyd Family, but instead implicated innocent servants. Yet I felt no remorse, constantly telling myself: "This is not my fault. Even without me, the Lloyd Family would have scapegoated the innocent, just as they once used me." A lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth. At this moment, I was like the man who…
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Berry tucked the ribbon into her purse and left the balcony with a light laugh, fluttering away like a butterfly. I stood there, watching her retreating figure. What move would this troublemaking woman take next? These noblewomen appear as close as sisters on the surface, but in truth, they loathe and scheme against one another. They live by the rule: "Your misfortune is my joy." The viscountess has been spreading rumors that Berry is a wanton woman who mingles with lowly men. How could Berry not know?…
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Viscount Garrett was utterly smitten with Freya. During their days at Baker Manor, they were inseparable—riding, picnicking, attending parties, hunting. The gentleman past his fifties seemed to have regained his youth. Soon, he proposed to Freya. At a dinner party, he publicly asked for her hand and sought Viscount Lloyd's approval. Freya shyly nodded in agreement, and Viscount Lloyd immediately applauded in congratulations. Garrett acted exceedingly generous, indifferent to the meager dowry Lloyd…
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"This despicable, shameless thief not only steals from our family but dares to tarnish my sister's virtue! He's a demon! Oh, my poor Lauren—if she heard this scoundrel's vile words, she'd faint in terror. Heavens! I can barely breathe." Freya nestled against her husband, Viscount Garrett, who held his delicate wife protectively and glared coldly at the defendant in the courtroom. "Your Honor," he said, "I am too furious for words. This ungrateful, shameless villain deserves death!" I jolted awake,…
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