Chapter 9

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“Is she the one? The orphan the gardener is raising?”

Wrinkles formed on Countess Brandt’s forehead as she gazed at the garden over the window. A lady in glasses was helping the gardener organize the rose garden.

“Yes, mother. Lalisa, it’s her.”

Rose bluntly answered.

While Countess Brandt was distracted by Lalisa, Rose calmly moved her needle through the cloth. Colorful roses bloomed from her fingertips as she diligently finished up her embroidery.

“She’s a very pretty girl. I think she’s getting prettier as she matures.”

“Doesn’t that bother you?”

“I know what you’re worried about, mother.”

Rose put down her embroidered cloth. Countess Brandt’s eyes were wide open with a worried look on her face.

The weak Countess Brandt had one daughter after a series of miscarriages. That child was Rose, the Brandt household’s only daughter.

The countess, who was suffering from an inferiority complex of being unable to provide her husband a successor, lived in fear of her husband falling out of love. Although the count’s mistress was also unable to provide him a son, Countess Brandt was still worried. Worried that one day, some young, beautiful woman will show up and give him a son and take away everything.

Rose felt sorry for her mother. But she was tired of her mother’s excessive concerns.

“I don’t want to dwell on those types of things.”

Rose's words were solemn as if she was making a declaration. The countess helplessly sighed.

“You’re too young to know men. Rose, if I were you…..”

“You would get rid of all the beautiful women in the world out of Duke Herhardt’s sight?”

Rose let out an exaggerated sigh.

“As you said, I am still young and I don’t know men that well. But I do know that men of great reputation usually have one or two mistresses alongside them.”

“Oh, my God. Rose!”

“Of course, I hope such a thing doesn’t happen, but even if it does happen, I know it’s not a big deal.”

Rose lightly shrugged.

When she had recently come across Lalisa by chance, the usually calm Rose was surprised. Although it was natural for a sweet girl to grow into a beautiful woman, Lalisa’s mature appearance was more beautiful than expected.

With her unique, small body and delicate facial features, she looked like a fairy. The combination of her mysterious green eyes and her transparent white skin enhanced her resemblance to one.

That was the reason why Rose had asked Lalisa to accompany her for tea. She was curious. Curious to know how the Duke would react to such a woman. And he had exactly acted up to Rose's expectations. With proper interest and indifference, with perfect decency and moderation. That was enough for Rose.

“But Rose, there’s nothing good about keeping that child close to Jungkook.”

Countess Brant still looked restless.

“Why don’t I have a talk with the Herhardt household?”

“Mother.”

Rose's voice sank low.

Rose was determined that she wouldn’t live like her mother, who cried because of love despite the fact that she had everything. That was why Rose agreed to be engaged to Jungkook.

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