Her Stepmother Sent Her to the Duke as a Joke – He Offered Her a Chair Before He Said a Word

him apart.

He slumped back into his chair, his head hitting the leather headrest, his eyes closing. The fight drained out of him, leaving only exhaustion.

Norah stayed kneeling beside him. She didn’t touch him other than holding the brick in place. She didn’t offer pity. Pity was corrosive; it was what destroyed pride. She just offered a quiet, solid continue reading …