Twenty-four years.
He grew up in the military, spending the New Year with his soldiers from the beginning to the end of each year.
But, around every New Year's Day, he had to take leave.
This inflexible annual leave wasn't for anything else, but to find her a beautiful city and send a rose.
Duchess's lips quivered, "Haven't you ever thought... that I... I would never know it was you?"
If it weren't for these things, she might never have known that it was he who had sent them.
Adam Walker smiled gently, "I... didn't want you to know."
Because he had promised, he had persisted.
He never wanted anything in return, nor did he ever hope that she would find out it was him.
"Fool!"
The Duchess cursed through her tears.
"COCO!" Catching the tears in her eyes, Adam Walker's face showed panic. He rushed to the table, grabbed a tissue and came back to wipe her face, "Don't cry... I'm sorry... I... I was just... just afraid you would be angry if you knew... Sorry..."