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Chapter Twenty One - A Damp and Drafty Room
Willow sat in ridged and stony silence, refusing to answer the duke’s questions. The tense moment was broken as Justine hurried in carrying a tray heavy-laden with food-stuff. As soon as she set the tray on the bedside table, she mumbled something about lighting the fires. The duke used his taper to light the other candelabras in the room, dispelling the gloom and bathing the room in warm light. “However you feel about me,” he said stiffly, “You must not deprive yourself of food. If you have no concern for your own wellbeing, at least consider Violet, she is depending on you.” His expression was cold, and hers was utterly flat as they stared at each other across the room. Liam stepped forward and gestured for the baby. “Allow me to have some time with my daughter, while you take y
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