CHAPTER FOUR“Why won’t you look at me?” Mervyn Hunter said so softly that no one else in the room could hear him. “A short while ago at luncheon you were all smiles and now you will not even meet my eyes.”
Chiara longed to jump up from her chair and run out of the drawing room, but he was leaning so close to her that, if she stood up, she would almost be in his arms.
“What have I done?” he asked, staring intently at her with his pale grey eyes. “Have I said something to upset you?”
“No.”
Chiara shook her head.
“Aha!” he smiled. “I’ve got it! It was our little game under the table, wasn’t it?”
She could not help giving an involuntary shiver, as she remembered his heavy foot pressing against hers.
“But why should you be so upset? I thought you might find it amusing,” he carried on.
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