Lord Preston's Secret Tutor (47 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 20

Jacqueline, now changed into an outfit suitable for going out, opened the front door and stepped outside. A carriage awaited her—it bore the Preston family crest.

With William seeing her off, she boarded the carriage. The maids watching the scene exchanged puzzled glances, yet no one dared ask where she was going.

After Jacqueline sat down on the seat, William bowed slightly and said, “Have a good trip.” She responded with an elegant nod.

The carriage carrying Jacqueline immediately pulled away from the mansion. Inside, as the carriage gradually picked up speed, she rested her arms on the windowsill and gazed out at the scenery passing by.

Closing her eyes, she felt the breeze brush against her cheeks. The air carried a faint scent of orange.

Suddenly, an old memory surfaced. Along the private road leading to the Somerset estate, orange trees had been planted. Whenever the carriage approached the estate, the scent of oranges always filled the air.

Only upon catching that familiar fragrance had she ever truly felt she was home.

“I wonder if the new owners of the estate also like orange trees?”

Jacqueline softly sighed, recalling the elderly Viscount and his wife with white hair to whom she had handed over the property and house deeds. They had been genuinely delighted, saying it was the perfect home for their retirement.

At the very moment she passed them the keys to the estate, she had felt an odd sensation—an indescribable feeling stirred by the thought that the house she had lived in since birth now belonged to someone else.

It felt as though the ground beneath her roots trembled, or like the sudden snatch of a candy she had been savoring.

“It’s no longer my home. Don’t cling to it.”

While Jacqueline was lost in thought, the carriage stopped in front of an upscale department store. Windsor had just alighted from another carriage that had arrived moments earlier.

He walked toward Jacqueline’s carriage. Upon spotting him, she instinctively extended one hand. Windsor, who had been standing with his hands clasped behind his back waiting for her to step down, paused in surprise.

“Oh…”

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