Chapter FIVEWomen had looked at the Marquis in many different ways, with love, desire, jealousy, anger and reproach, but he could not remember any woman before looking at him with an expression of physical fear.
For the first time since his Wedding he was thinking not of his own outraged feelings but of Cara’s and he realised that the punishment she had received from her uncle had been enough to terrify any young woman and make her afraid of all men.
Without a great deal of difficulty he forced himself to smile at her in a way that most women had found irresistible.
“Are you better?” he asked her.
“Yes, thank you,” Cara replied. “I waited until I felt well enough to travel.”
“That was sensible. And now that you are here we have a great deal to talk about. Suppose we both sit down?”
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