Rumors had it that he even secretly visited Lady Ibel’s room at night.

The number of dresses he bought her! And the scale of the wedding…

As these astonishing events unfolded, the servants gradually accepted the Duke and his wife.

However, only Dewin, who knew the real situation, couldn’t stop worrying about Roel.

The Duke, who had mostly ignored Roel before, suddenly left for the battlefield after a brief conversation, a clear rejection that deeply hurt her.

At the time, Roel struggled with personal guilt, but Dewin perceived it differently.

This was worrying enough, but the Duke’s increasingly odd behavior recently made him even more anxious.

Although he had tried to show affectionate gestures before leaving for the battlefield, lately he openly avoided Roel, even in front of others.

“It must not be easy for him to accept her…”

No matter how neglected Roel had been in her upbringing, she was still a descendant of the Ibel Earl, and Dewin knew the history between the Duke and the Ibel family.

He fully understood why his master might not open his heart to Roel.

But to be so angry as to storm out of the room? That seemed unjustified.

Roel wasn’t causing any disturbances in the estate, nor was she engaging in suspicious activities. She always stayed quietly within her permitted spaces.

Disliking even the sight of her having a normal conversation and laughing?

“To the point of swearing and storming out of the room?”

It was a perfect misunderstanding from beginning to end.
Leuys Rocheter was experiencing emotional changes for the first time in his life, which left him quite out of sorts lately. However, Dewin, unaware of this, internally criticized his seemingly indifferent master.

In the meantime, Leuys, who had returned to his office, ordered Dewin to bring Roel.

“What are you standing there for?”

Contrary to his cold exterior, Leuys had somewhat sorted out his thoughts and made quite a significant decision. However, Dewin almost believed that Leuys had called for Roel just to give her a hard time.

“She’ll suffocate with anxiety before she even leaves the Duke’s estate!”

‘So heartless… No, too much.’

Dewin, who didn’t know Leuys’ true intentions, grumbled internally about his unvoiced complaints as he left the room.

As soon as Roel was brought to the office and sat down, Leuys unexpectedly asked if she needed anything.

“Need anything…?”

“Yes. Anything at all.”

Roel was visibly perplexed, rolling her eyes in confusion. After a while, she realized what Leuys meant.

“It’s not that I find anything difficult at work, and I don’t particularly need anything. Dewin has been very helpful…”

“Why are we talking about work?”

“Um…?”

Why wouldn’t it be about work? Roel was confused.

What else could he possibly be asking about? As she tried to figure it out, Leuys continued.

“Just tell me what you need.”

‘What exactly does he mean…?’

Still puzzled, Roel looked at him, prompting Leuys to speak in a slightly exasperated tone.

“I heard it was your birthday recently.”

“My birthday…”

But that birthday…

‘Is he really talking about my birthday?’

It seemed to be the case, but it still didn’t seem like something Leuys would say.

‘That’s not something I would expect to hear from Leuys.’

Lost in thought, Roel missed if there was something implied or overlooked. Was there a hidden meaning, or had her ears failed her?

Caught up in her thoughts, she noticed Leuys’ expression darkening.

She decided to say something.

“I truly appreciated the gift you gave me for my birthday.”