Helen lifted the lid of the wooden box.

Inside was a roll of white silk.

Cecilia stared at it silently for a moment.

She felt her mind go blank, as if it were suddenly overloaded.

“Did the lord… say I could take anything I needed?”

“Yes, Madam.”

Cecilia felt strangely conflicted.

“Then bring the entire box to my room. Right now.”

“Yes, Madam.”

As Cecilia returned to her bedroom, Helen and two servants followed her, carrying the box.

The servants placed the box in the location Cecilia specified in the sitting room.

After dismissing everyone, Cecilia opened the wooden box.

She touched the silk. It felt exactly the same as the one she had touched in front of the caravan yesterday.

It seemed that he had noticed her desire to buy silk.

‘Well now. That’s impressive.’

It was a refined way to give a gift of white silk.

A man who walked around in a hunter’s vest and appeared entirely oblivious to such things had shown an unexpected side.

Cecilia touched her lips.

She found herself smiling unconsciously.

She had received an abundance of gifts in her life.

Most of them were far more expensive than a single box of silk.

However, none of them had been white silk.

Of course, white silk was not something to be exchanged lightly as a gift between a man and a woman.

The way he had done it today was the best method, making it a gift that only a husband could give to his wife.

In her past life, Cecilia had married seven times, yet she had never received this gift from a husband.

‘Husband…’

Cecilia repeated that word, a term she had once loathed to the point of disgust.

‘What has changed?’

In her past life, she had never received anything from Russell.

Yet this time, she had received a vest not long after arriving at Lagos Castle, and now a gift.

But Cecilia couldn’t recall doing anything particular to earn it.

All she had done was leave her room.

Knock, knock.

A knock at the door startled Cecilia.

She looked toward the door, but no one went to answer it.

‘Oh, that’s right. I dismissed everyone.’

Cecilia closed the lid of the box and opened the sitting room door.

Hoffman, standing at the door, looked surprised the moment he saw her.

“Madam, why did you answer yourself…?”

“What’s going on?”

“Ah, yes. With the caravan’s arrival yesterday, some furniture intended for your bedroom has arrived. May we proceed with the furniture replacement?”

“When will it happen?”

“At your convenience, Madam.”

“If you start now, how long will it take?”

“It should be finished before noon.”

“Go ahead with it, and also call the three who accompanied me to the southern wing yesterday.”

“Yes, Madam.”

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After instructing Martha, Joanne, and Joy to go to the Madam, Hoffman proceeded with the furniture replacement and went to report to Russell.

This was because Russell had shown interest in the furniture received from the Ewen Guild yesterday.

“The southern wing?”

“Madam requested the three from yesterday, so it seems she plans to visit the southern wing while the furniture is being replaced.”

Russell immediately stood up and left his office.

Hoffman, surprised by his sudden departure, watched the closed door with a curious expression.

Russell hurried toward the southern wing.

He didn’t fully understand why he was heading there at that moment.

If he had to come up with a reason, it was because he was curious to know if she liked the gift, following Dustin’s advice.

As he entered the corridor leading to the southern wing, he saw four people looking in his direction.

Joy must have heard the sound of footsteps behind them.

Not realizing it was the lord, the three looked surprised before bowing their heads.

Russell slowed his pace as he approached them.

He looked at Cecilia and said,

“May I guide you again today?”

Cecilia, after gazing at him for a moment, gave a slight smile and replied,

“I would be grateful if you would.”

Russell turned to the other three.

“I’ll handle things here.”

“Yes, Milord.”