
Emily drowned her head on the pillow, she just fell silent and said nothing. The words he took out throughout his steps seemed to make him tired. The past that was too painful, he did not want to remember it anymore.
Emily laughed for a moment. Reversing the body stared at the ceiling of his room. "Well, if I'm repaying the Mugel family's favor for accepting me." He said it in such a cold voice
After he went to jail, everyone blamed him. Glancing hatefully at him. It was as if he had injured the whole of Madrid. Romario, who thinks she's his own daughter, can't even get him out of that dark prison. The old man came to him and forced him to make a pact to be free from it.
Marry the person she was wearing. God is so unfair to him. Took both his parents so horribly, then made him have to be thrashed in the streets because the house where he lived must be taken by people he believed. After that, when he thought there were good people who would take him, they even made him like a slave.
He must follow the storyline they created for his life. It was incredible that this life, he was like a puppet that no longer had a life. Just following the wishes of the owner. Swung there, ran here, and pulled over in the corner of the room until it was reused.
Emily raised her head, her face becoming grim. His eyes turned to the window where a pair of birds were in love. Just seconds. However, it made his heart tremble.
"If only, my life flow was like that pair of birds." Just once, he wanted to be loved without any coercion or agreement.
Leon is a cold man who is not that easy to touch. He is a good man, a good man if made a friend. However, it is cold and stiff if it is to be its tide. It was very difficult to conquer the heart of that pitch-black-eyed man. Just thinking about it makes the long-haired gdis get sad.
Rice has become porridge. Emily must accept the fact that her current status is the young mistress of the Mugel family. He promised himself that he would start his role very well. So that those who play tricks on him can see as great and as tough as what he is.
In her daydream, Emily does not realize that someone is waiting for her behind the door.
Joya, the young girl with the problem, had knocked on the door almost as fast as an hour with a tray of snacks and a cup of tea.
"Miss, are you inside?"
With a swift Joya opened the door and stepped closer to her mistress who seemed tangled. Even so, her beauty did not fade. Emily still looks as graceful and charming as ever.
"Is Madam asleep?"
Emily shakes. "We're just two Joya, you can call my name like a friend," Emily said, tidying up the blanket to let Joya sit in front of her.
Joya laughed a little. "You're right. We're friends if it's just the two."
"What do you want downstairs?"
"Snack and a cup of rose tea. You must like it."
"Where do you know I like rose tea?"
"I think you need something calming. Since you love roses, I made this tea for you. Drink while it's warm."
"The." The girl smiled wryly looking at her personal servant. Only Joya was very understanding of her circumstances. "Thank you, Joya. You're waiting for attention."
"No need to worry Miss. I'm just doing my job. And you're lucky to have a young master watching you."
His hands were shaking finely. Emily put the glass back with her favorite tea. "Young master?"