It felt like the cold wind had only just begun yesterday, but before she knew it, it was already the last week of December, the week of the holy festival.
In the meantime, many things in Harriet’s situation had changed.
First of all, attempts to belittle or mock her in high society had almost disappeared. That was thanks to how firmly Cedric showed his affection for his lover.
On the other hand, that also meant more people started approaching her, hoping to use her connections or ask for favors.
“I’ll take this chance to apologize. I thought that once you became a duke, life would be easy. But even I’m getting clung to like this when I’m not even a duchess, just a lover. How much harassment do you go through, exactly?”
Harriet said this while rubbing her throbbing temples.
“If you cut them off coldly, they’ll eventually stop approaching…
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