Later, Marcus went to find one of the housekeepers and whispered something to her—no one knew exactly what instructions he was giving.
By evening, Juliet arrived.
“Anastasia!” The moment she stepped through the door, she greeted Anastasia with a joyful hug.
Then, turning obediently, she called out, “Harrison.”
He gave a brief nod. “Evening,” he replied, then told a nearby maid, “Go and get Juliet’s room ready.”
Anastasia spun around, surprised and delighted. “When did you arrange a room for Juliet?”
Harrison ruffled her hair affectionately. “I had it prepared as soon as we moved back.”
He knew how close the two of them were. Even when they’d lived in the apartment, he’d made sure Juliet always had a guest room. Now that they were back at Rosewood Manor, he hadn’t forgotten to do the same.
Juliet was overjoyed and a little embarrassed. “Thank you, Harrison.”
She remembered how, the first time they’d met, Harrison hadn’t seemed to mind her, simply because she was Anastasia’s friend. Since then, he’d always shown her more patience than he did with most people.
Now, she could really feel it—Harrison treated her like family.
She understood it was all because of Anastasia. Harrison cared about her cousin, so naturally, he cared about those Anastasia cared for too.
A sudden happiness bubbled up in Juliet—she was happy for Anastasia, who had such a wonderful life, and happy for herself, finally feeling like she belonged.
Anastasia was beaming, too. She turned and threw her arms around Harrison. “You’re the best, darling!”
Harrison looked down at her, his gaze gentle and affectionate.
At that moment, Marcus happened to come downstairs. He caught a glimpse of Juliet’s back and called out casually, “Hey, do we have guests—?”
His voice cut off abruptly.


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