Page 75 of The Earl’s Marriage of Convenience

It would have been easier—so much easier—had he been angry.

“I had understood matters differently,” he said at last.

Eliza inclined her head. “Yes, my lord.” Her voice held.

Barely.

She glanced briefly at Edwin—then back again. “I believe there has been … some miscommunication.”

The words sounded thin, even to her own ears.

“Miscommunication,” he repeated quietly.

He drew a breath, composing himself.

“I understand now.”

Of course he did.

Langshire had always understood more than he allowed himself to say.

That had been part of his appeal.

And part of the danger.

Edwin stepped forward slightly. “I regret the manner in which this has occurred,” he said. “But I am grateful to have secured Lady Eliza’s affection—however undeserving I may be.”

Eliza felt the weight of the words as they settled.

Carefully chosen. Socially correct.

A kindness, offered in the only language such moments permitted.

But not one that could alter what had been done.

Langshire studied him for a moment—

Then nodded. “My best to you both.”

His gaze lingered once more on Eliza.

She held it.

She did not look away.

It was, she thought, the very least she owed him.

Then he turned—and left.

She did not follow him with her eyes.

She could not afford to.

Instead, she allowed herself a single breath.

No more.

She closed her eyes briefly—then straightened.