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I stared blankly at the necklace Derrick had put out.

It was because I couldn’t predict why he was giving it to me all of a sudden. ‘I don’t think it’s exactly the same as the necklace at that time’

The necklace, which was seen through Penelope’s dreams, was small, with a diamond embedded in the ornament for a child.

But the necklace Derrick gave me was similar but as big as the thumbnail. “I engraved the transfer magic.”

He slowly opened his mouth, looking at me who was not willing to accept it.

“If you rub diamonds three times, you can move anywhere you think of, regardless of the distance.” The return answer was absurd.

It was a natural step for a question to pop out of my mouth. “Why?”

“……….”

“Why would you give it to me?”

At the same time, his last desperate cry came to mind.

-Even though I was angry, I gave you a present and you smiled back. I didn’t insult as Renald did, who was fighting like that, as a brother. But why–!

The reason why he gives me gifts.

The sordid feelings for the detestable girl who took her sister’s place. Hnowing that he was a sick patient, the questioning was wrong.

I spoke on behalf of her, who had only mute his lip and couldn’t say anything. “Now if you throw this at me, I’m afraid something will change?”

I once thought his gift meant better relations.

The relationship with the first son of a bitch, who has reached the end of his life. Didn’t he have to follow up on the game?

“Since I’m crazy about jewelry, luxury, you think I’ll forget everything if you give me an expensive gift?” But it was a big misunderstanding.

I stood up without even pretending to accept what he had given me. “Then you’re completely mistaken, young duke.”

“…….”

“That misery I felt at that time, the many humiliation and insults you gave me.” “”

“How can I forget them? This necklace is what drove me crazy about jewelry.” I ditched the necklace that had flowed from his hand without sincerity.

The expensive platinum necklace was swaying in the air, and there was a shake in the man’s blue eyes

accordingly.

“Now, I’m scared every time you give me something. Every time since then, you have been giving me a hell of a lot more torture and drop me to the bottom.”

“………..”

“So I won’t take it, Young Duke. Whatever the reason is.” “”

“I don’t need anything you give me.”

With last words, I, conscious of our surroundings, recited in a small voice, with my body bent down. It was the utmost consideration that I could do, considering that it was the young Duke.

There was nothing left to feel for the man whose heart was pierced by his sister, who was horribly thrown here.

Not only have I always felt anger, hatred, but even sympathy every time.

At the time of raising up as if nothing had happened after whispering rapidly. “I know.”

He finally opened his mouth at my words. “Nothing will be forgotten, nor will it disappear.” I’m glad you know that now.

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