As he approached the stairway, he tossed back a cold comment, "A soldier is not some young master." His voice was low, and it was unclear whether Ruby Bluen could hear him.
Seeing how he was always so cold and indifferent toward her, Ruby Bluen let out a sigh of frustration.
Turning around, she positioned her hands on the railing just as Marcel Horne had done, silently gazing into the distance.
Her beautiful eyes held a stubbornness for love and a longing for her family.
Her straight and stunningly beautiful hair fluttered incessantly in the strong wind.
In truth, these past many days had been difficult for her too. She didn't dare let herself be idle; the moment she stilled, she would think: How furious Glades Horne must have been after she fled the marriage! And how disappointed her own family must have been with her.
