Chapter Four
“The subject of my marriage is none of your concern,” Adam said, biting the words off with his teeth.
Arabella Knightley showed her ill-breeding by ignoring him. “If bloodline is your sole criterion, then Miss Swindon would suit you perfectly. Her fortune is respectable and—like yourself—she claims a duke as her grandfather. Her manners are impeccable and her appearance pleasing.”
Adam wasn’t fooled by the artless, innocent manner. Miss Knightley was deliberately trying to annoy him.
“What more could you want?” she asked, looking up at him wide-eyed.
Adam felt his pulse give a kick and then speed up. Such dark irises, such long lashes.
He looked away and cleared his throat.
“However,” Miss Knightley continued. “If you wish for a wife who’ll be a good mother, then you sh
