Despite it being broad daylight, Hesper felt as if she had seen a ghost.
"Hesper, I didn't know what love was in the past and I owe you a lot. So now it's time for me to love you." Rickard's voice slowly wafted into her ears across the gate. Rather than saying that he was confessing to her, it was more appropriate to say he was giving his last words.
"Ever since I was born, I've lived to become a qualified heir for the Duvals. I know you have many things you want to do and people you want to see. In my eyes, your life is more valuable to me than my own."
"You don't know what love is?" Juniper interrupted, her voice was trembling. "Then what about me? What am I to you, Rickard?"
Rickard paused briefly before replying in a detached tone, "Do you really not understand why we started dating? Who was it that sent flowers to my father's grave every month? And who was it that carried me out of the cemetery in the rain when I collapsed in front of my father's grave?"
Hesper's eyes widened in disbelief as she turned around to look at Juniper.
During her time with the Duvals, she had performed several actions in secrecy due to her hidden admiration for Rickard. One of these actions included paying tribute to Rickard's father every month, while silently hoping that Rickard would notice her affections towards him.
Hesper chanced upon Rickard at the cemetery on the day of his father's death anniversary. Afraid of being seen, she hid instead. To her surprise, it began to rain heavily, but Rickard remained by his father's grave, refusing to leave until he collapsed.
It was Hesper who carried him away from the cemetery and walked several miles down the mountain. When she returned, she had a high fever for several days.
Upon her recovery, Hesper learned that Rickard and Juniper had started a relationship.
Hesper had never thought that there was a connection between these two things, as the things she did for Rickard in secret were not just one or two.
"Also, I'm sure you know better than anyone else why Hesper drank spiked wine that night," Rickard continued.
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