Eleanor was stunned.
Her long lashes lifted, and Julian's handsome face was reflected in her eyes.
His expression was very serious.
She couldn't understand why he was saying this to her so seriously.
She remembered the fireworks he'd set off.
Hot air balloons, a cake, a fireworks display.
It had indeed been an extremely romantic birthday party.
Though she'd been confused at the time, she had still been deeply moved.
But the more moved she was, the more touched, the more excited...
The more it stabbed her, the more it hurt, and the deeper the wound went.
Eleanor was silent for a long while before smiling faintly.
"Don't get me wrong. You didn't set off those fireworks for me."
They were for Cassandra.
They had been a gift and compensation for helping her win the rough gemstone
