The Mistress Runs Away

Five years ago…

(The Duke of Devonshire’s mistress.)

The word that people called Rowena Philone, Hair blonde as honey, green eyes that shimmers like midsummer greens.

Newspapers praised her beauty, but only for a moment, before spreading that she sold her beauty and painted her as a vicious woman who was luxuriated with the duke’s property.

Beautiful and luxurious Rowena Philone.

However, whatever the public perception was, Rowena was the hidden goddess of the Ethelwood social world.
Whether it was an event, a concert, or an outing, invitations piled up in front of her, Adding to the fact that Numerous artists have created works using her as a muse.

The noblest and most vulgar woman.

No matter what she was called behind her back, no one dared to insult Rowena Philone, Who had the Duke of Devonshire backing her.

At least not in front of her.

“….I mean Rowena Philone…..”

It was a voice full of malice.
Rowena’s hand stopped while fixing her makeup in the powder room.

“The bag she brought this time, the one designed by Madame Eledi! was a limited edition bag delivered only to the royal family, right?”

There were many voices that came between the walls.
Another woman answered the subtle question.

“That’s right.
What about the clothes she was wearing? It’s the Herden wardrobe dress that I’ve been waiting for three months to get it”

“The earrings and the necklace as well.
It’s like a treasure that’s only been handed down from the royal family for generations.”

“Isn’t that ridiculous? What if all the men drool when she shows up?”

“And so, does she care? No matter how powerful the duke is, isn’t she too shameless?? Even if she was wrapped with the finest item! In the end, She is just a mere mistress”

“I know right.
A vulgar woman with an undistinguishable origin, it even makes me embarrassed”

It was the next moment that the gossip, which seemed to go on endlessly, suddenly stopped.

“Miss Philone.”

A familiar voice called her name.
At the same time, the disparaging voices calmed down.

It’s okay.
It happens all the time.

Rowena, barely breathing in the rat-dead silence, looked in the mirror and checked her face.
Her hair and makeup were not disturbed at all, as if she was touched up by a professional.

“I’m coming.”

As she opened the curtains and came out, she felt the presence of women holding their breath in the next space. As soon as she stopped in front of them for a moment, an attendant urged her outside the door.

“He is waiting in the carriage.”

A carriage passed through the entrance of the crowded opera house across the new road.
The fluffy leather made the carriage feel comfortable without much noticeable rattling, but on the other hand, it was colder than anywhere else in the world.

The ice-cold air was from the end of the break and the beginning of the second part.
Killian, who had not spoken all the time, broke the heavy silence.

“What are you complaining about this time?”

“…what?”

Rowena turned her head slowly as she looked at countless passing gas lamps and streetwalkers.

“didn’t I do what you wanted?”

The irritated voice made her soft shoulders cringe.
At this time, Killian hated her avoiding his eyes.

Rowena barely raised her head and looked at the duke.

Black hair and pale blue eyes.

He was a man who had wealth, honour, and power in his hands since birth, and he was a man with arrogance and pride.
A snake-like man, with a beautiful scale that is mesmerizing for a moment, but sharp and deadly poisonous.

When their eyes met, an apology popped out immediately.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.
I don’t have any complaints….
I’m rather grateful.”

The opera they just watched was Prim donna’s first domestic performance, which was popular from abroad.
From seeing the real-life actress whom she’s a fan of, to the magnificent stage and the songs that make people’s ears flutter, everything made her happy.

They also watched it from the best box seats.
It was definitely a night to remember.
She was grateful to him for taking the time to be with her even in the midst of her busy schedule.

Had it not been for the glaring gazes and gossip in the powder room as soon as she stepped away from this man side …

“then why are you so quiet?”

Tsk

Killian clicked his tongue, reached out and grabbed her chin.

“Tell me.
Do I have to look at my mistress’ sad face now?”

His voice was soft but it was a clear warning.
Rowena shook her head, with her lips trembling.

A lot of emotions filled the small face held in