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Thinking he was bored, I suggested, "I'll fetch more books from downstairs, and you can choose as you like." "No need. I don't feel like reading now," he refused. "As you wish," I responded. Standing beside him, I could feel his gaze lingering on me, making me uneasy. "What do you... want?" he suddenly asked a strange question. "What?" I was taken aback. The baron leaned back on his pillow, eyes closed, and said, "I mean, you've cared for me this whole time and deserve a reward. Do you want…-
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Chapter 6
Austin’s condition didn’t improve. After nightfall, it worsened instead. His body burned with fever, and his speech became slurred. I half-carried him, letting him lie in my arms, and brought slightly cold food to his lips. "My lord, eat something." "I don't want to. I'll vomit," he said. "Then drink some water." "I won't. Take it away." "Drink, just a little." I insisted, holding a spoon to his mouth, then placed food near his lips. "Eat something too. Even if you vomit it later, it's…-
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Chapter 5
After dinner, the masters moved to the conservatory for tea. The conservatory was lavishly decorated, with pale purple wall coverings dotted with velvet yellow flowers. The seating was varied and complete, including benches, armchairs, ottomans, and small round stools. A black piano stood by the window, next to towering bookshelves. The guests settled in small groups, the ladies whispering behind fluttering feather fans while the gentlemen spoke loudly and passionately. The butler nodded at me, and I…-
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Chapter 4
Winter had arrived, and heavy snow blanketed Baker Manor, turning it into a kingdom of ice and snow. The castle was bitterly cold, with only the fireplace rooms retaining warmth, while our servants' quarters were as frigid as ice cellars. No fires were allowed in the servants' bedrooms. At night, I shivered under thick quilts, often longing for the hearth in the small parlor. My room was barely a few square meters, containing only a bed and a cabinet, with no other furnishings. As for personal…-
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A reborn noble in 18th-century England navigates forbidden love and faith while battling for his inheritance. This poignant Regency BL novel weaves historical accuracy with soul-stirring romance, exploring redemption through a tender bond that defies societal shackles. -
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Chapter 3
That night was exceptionally difficult for the viscount’s family. The women changed out of their colorful silk garments and into black mourning dresses, veiling their faces with black lace. They gathered by the warm fireplace, weeping in sorrow. The viscountess wailed all night, angrily cursing her daughter-in-law: "You useless woman! You didn't even leave Belon a son. I regret ever letting him marry you!" Vivian sneered coldly: "Why didn't you call me useless when you were using my dowry? You only…-
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Chapter 2
My family has rented land from Baker Manor for generations. Viscount Lloyd is an extremely stingy landlord, imposing exorbitant taxes. The peasants toil on barren land, only to surrender most of their harvest to the manor. By my father’s generation, war had made life even harder. When I was twelve, my father left home for the town and never returned. My mother bore four children—I have two younger sisters and a brother. The youngest, Boal, was just one year old. As for who his father was, perhaps…-
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Chapter 1
It was early winter, and the room was bitterly cold. I lay in the warm, snow-white bedding, utterly exhausted and unwilling to get up. But I knew I had to. The wake-up bell had just rung—it was 5 a.m., and I had twenty minutes to dress and gather downstairs for breakfast. I was a junior footman at Baker Manor. I quickly put on my shirt and waistcoat, splashed cold water on my face, and then donned the silver-white wig. Hanging on the coat rack was a black footman's coat with white stripes, which I had…-
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