Eleanor had not even eaten yet and her stomach grumbled as the carriage driver and footman brought in the books with quiet efficiency, but she struggled to make herself eat. Two days hidden away in her room, replaying every moment with Lucian in her mind and questioning why she had not said yes and been done with it had sapped any appetite. Maggie clasped her hands and eyed Eleanor while she directed Lucian’s men to stack the books by the desk near the window. They had been instructed to bring them here by Lucian, apparently, and when she was done, she was to send a message to the mill. He would send men to collect them. Thus ensuring she did not see him again. Did he not want to see her? The unresolved ache burning in her chest begged her to go to him and say all the things she had left unsaid. Like...like what? Like why suggest marriage only to snatch the chance away from her? And why did he listen to a fool like her and not try to persuade her otherwise? Or at least give her the time to think on the matter and come up with only one conclusion.
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