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Looking at herself in the mirror, the duchess sighed slowly.
Admittedly, she had kept herself in shape over the years, and her figure was very well maintained.
But looking at herself, the duchess was still not satisfied.
There was still a bit of excess fat around the waist, and she could never have the tender skin of a twenty-year-old girl, soft and plump like a peach.
Perhaps, she had really aged, and was no longer... attractive to him?!
He hardly even looked at her.
The duchess was filled with a sense of defeat, the usually confident woman, for once, felt an unusual lack of self-esteem.
Knock knock knock!
The door was knocked on.
Coming back to her senses, the duchess quickly picked up the clothes on the floor, took out a robe from the wardrobe to drape over her body, walked to the door, and pulled it open.
She had assumed it was a servant, but to her surprise, Adam Walker stood in front of the door.
"Adam..."