Jonathan swallowed down the acidic taste of disappointment as he watched Audrey flee. The words “Will you marry me?” withered upon his lips and died. She didn’t even want to hear him out. He’d given up on resisting her and had decided he would take the risk and propose.
But now she didn’t want him. Had it all been some elaborate game she was playing? Seduce a former servant and risk the scandal? When faced with actually marrying him, she ran away as fast as she could.
Jonathan leaned back against the wall in the bedchamber, his chest tight with an almost unbearable pain. He didn’t want any other woman, could have no other but the very woman who didn’t want him.
He glanced at the mirror, replaying every exquisite and torturous moment of having Audrey come apart in his arms. He’d received
