If there's anything truly unpleasant, it's probably that the system has told her not to touch those matters anymore.
It constantly reminds her: "Don't delve into that forbidden realm, don't awaken dormant powers."
But what exactly is "those matters," the system never clarifies.
This feeling of restriction makes her restless.
Caleb Shaw's eyes are lowered, thick lashes casting a shadow underneath.
He stands before her, shoulders erect, voice low.
"You mentioned before that you wanted to do business; I've already arranged the most critical storefronts. What are your plans next?"
He knows she is not someone content with ease and doesn't want her confined under the eaves.
So, he has quietly paved the way.
"Other noblewomen stay home all day with their children; their lives aren't something you can reference."
She knows she is different from those noblewomen who only know dressing up and comparing their husbands' status.
