Anthony did not look away as she spoke. He listened with the stillness of a man who understood exactly how heavy such words were, and how rarely they were spoken aloud.
When she finished, he drew a slow breath, his expression solemn but deeply respectful.
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There was a faint smile on her lips, the woman seem to choose careful words now before she spoke in a quiet, yet vulnerable voice.
“ our .... conversation made me ... fear that I wish to give my heart to your brother, my Lord. And I know that I can’t ...
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His gaze steadied on hers, firm but compassionate.
« If you choose to step back, do so knowing you protected more than appearances—you protected promises, futures, and the man himself. Sometimes love expresses itself not in possession, but in restraint. »
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Anthony’s expression softened at once, a quiet reassurance settling into his features. He shook his head gently, dismissing her concern before it could take root.
« You are not a bother, Lady Lucinda, » he said firmly, yet kindly. -
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A hint of worry appeared on her eyes as she kept her eyes on the Viscount. His words seem to help her, yet also to worry her.
“ Why do such matters have to be so strange? Can’t it be easier ... for all? ”
lucy let a small huff leave her before she tried to
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« I have had my share of complicated truths, Lady Lucinda. I would not dismiss yours as an inconvenience. »
He inclined his head, a gesture of quiet respect.
« You are doing precisely what one ought to do when faced with uncertainty—seeking understanding rather than denial. -