To Twist Your Destiny _ Episode 07
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“I didn’t expect I’d be able to meet you this easily, Dylan Fitzroy.”
“That’s not my fault—it just means you were lucky.”
Dylan replied with a sneer, then gestured for the attendant who had brought the tea to leave.
His tone was as cold as his expression, clearly showing how annoyed he was.
He didn’t even bother to consider that the person in front of him was a noble lady—his blunt, dismissive speech made that obvious.
If it had been any other young lady sitting there instead of Evelyn, she would have flushed in humiliation at once.
But Evelyn didn’t mind.
In fact, she was thinking quite the opposite.
He’s kinder than I expected, Dylan.
She already knew what kind of person he was from Under the Rose Tree.
In the story, anyone who wanted to meet Dylan had to go through the same procedure—regardless of status or age—making an appointment in advance.
Otherwise, they had to wait for the rare occasion when his schedule opened up.
But Evelyn knew that such “free time” didn’t really exist for him.
At best, he intentionally carved out a brief slot.
That’s why, even as she escaped through a window and made her way to Everdare Company, she hadn’t held high expectations.
She had even thought she might have to wait until he came out.
And yet, the employee who went in to ask had returned with permission.
Now, she was sitting across from him, a teacup between them.
Maybe you only find out by actually trying.
Of course, getting here hadn’t been easy.
Evelyn recalled the parasol, bonnet, shawl, and outerwear she had boldly discarded during her escape.
She didn’t even have a handbag now.
An outing like this would have been unthinkable for her usual, rule-abiding self.
At least I managed to keep my gloves.
She had been embarrassed the entire ride in the hired carriage.
And yet—why had she felt like laughing?
Just shedding a few layers of clothing made her feel so light.
And simply sitting across from Dylan felt like an incredible achievement.
So much so that his cold attitude didn’t bother her at all.
Besides, he hadn’t said a single word about her disheveled appearance.
All her worries about being turned away at the front gate had been for nothing.
Maybe Dylan is kinder than he looks.
It was a massive misunderstanding—but no one there realized it.
Dylan, meanwhile, watched Evelyn, who seemed oddly pleased despite his obvious coldness.
He had felt it back at the Whitewood banquet too—
She’s definitely not ordinary.
Compared to the party, her appearance now was far simpler.
No—more than simple, it looked almost disordered.
At least, by the standards of high society that Dylan was familiar with.
Her long hair flowed down her back, adorned only with a jeweled headband.
No coat, no parasol, not even an attendant to carry them.
And her clothes looked far too light to be proper outing attire.
I thought she never went out without a parasol.
According to Noel’s report, Evelyn was extremely proper in both behavior and appearance.
Her dress had never risen above her ankles, and she had never stepped outside without tying up her hair.
She had even been mockingly nicknamed “the Blue-Blooded Princess,” acting more royal than royalty.
But looking at her now, anyone would call Noel’s report complete nonsense.
It even claimed she was quiet and shy.
Every single detail was wrong.
Definitely worth a reprimand.
As Dylan inwardly planned Noel’s punishment, Evelyn spoke.
“First, I apologize for coming without notice. You don’t usually meet people without prior appointments.”
“So you knew that—and came anyway?”
“I’m sorry. But I didn’t have a choice. It was urgent.”
Of course it was.
Dylan sneered inwardly.
Primrose must be desperate to send her like this.
That much, at least, he could understand.
His expression softened slightly.
“So, what business brings you here without notice?”
Though he asked first, Dylan already knew the answer.
Wasn’t it obvious?
She would either beg him to ease the pressure on Primrose—or give him the answer he wanted.
Since the person involved came herself… probably the latter.
Even if she proposed a deal, it wouldn’t be a problem.
Dylan was a master strategist and an excellent negotiator.
He had about twenty minutes before his next appointment.
That was more than enough time.
“Are you going to cancel the engagement? If you say that, I’ll overlook any rudeness.”
If she said just that one thing, this tedious situation would finally end.
At his blunt demand, Evelyn smiled faintly.
There was a hint of apology in that smile.
The reason was simple.
“I’m sorry… but I don’t think I can cancel it.”
Because she couldn’t give him the answer he wanted.
* * *
In truth, after the proposal, Evelyn had felt relieved, thinking the immediate crisis was over.
As long as Daphne and Dylan don’t get involved, it should be fine for now.
So she believed that as long as her proposal wasn’t completely canceled, everything would be okay.
That was also why she had come to see Dylan so late.
If possible, she had planned to stay locked in her room right up until the moment of her death.
But today, she realized she had to meet Dylan as soon as possible.
Because of something she overheard through the open window that late morning—
The voices of maids collecting laundry.
“…Hey, you can read, right?”
“Not very well, but I can manage a newspaper. Why?”
“The postman came yesterday. I got a letter from my family.”
Their conversation continued, but Evelyn couldn’t hear anything else.
Her mind was fixed on what she had just heard.
The postman came yesterday?
She rushed to her desk and grabbed the calendar.
The postman came every Thursday.
And it hadn’t even been a full week since she had been confined.
Which meant—
Today was the first Friday after the Whitewood banquet.
And if her calculation was correct—
Dylan gets seriously injured within a week.
She didn’t know the exact reason.
Only that it had something to do with the Everdare department store, which was about to open.
And that incident was also what led to her first private meeting with Dylan in the original story.
“Eve, I heard Mr. Fitzroy injured his leg. I’m worried… could you visit him in my place? It won’t seem strange if I say it’s my request.”
“It’s not difficult, but why don’t you go yourself?”
“He proposed to me, and I have to reject him… You know how it is. Father wants me to marry freely, but that’s not possible.”
Daphne was the one who would inherit Whitewood.
So she had to marry into a prestigious family to lead the house.
From that perspective, Dylan could never be her choice.
From the beginning—
Their relationship had been impossible.
