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Chapter 376: Before I Said Yes
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He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 377:Sit Still
"Not all of you," I said. "A bit of you.""Which bit?""Mostly a hand.""Mostly." He waited. He had the grace not to reach for the book, and he sat there in the lamplight with his own hands flat on the table, looking at mine on the cover. I thought about shutting it and saying I'd show him another day. I could feel how much easier that would be."Will you show me?" he asked."It's not finished.""I didn't ask if it was finished."I turned the pages myself, past two I wasn't ready for, until I found the right one. Then I turned the book round and pushed it across the table, and took my hand away like someone leaving a cup on a counter.It was a small drawing, in soft pencil, a hand around a mug. The fingers were done carefully and the mug had barely been started, and one corner of the page was smudged where I'd rested my wrist. His thumb lay along the handle at a slight angle, pressed down a little at the tip, the way it did when he was concentrating on something else.Damien looked at
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 376: Before I Said Yes
Damien stood very still under the streetlamp, with the light on one side of his face. For a moment he looked like a man who had been handed something heavy and wasn't sure which way up it went. A car passed slowly, and he waited until it had gone."Before you said yes," he said. "To marrying me.""Yes.""When?""You asked if I'd eaten."He frowned. "Did I?"He took a few steps, and I could see it come back to him. "I did," he said, and winced. "I'd run out of sensible ones.""I was still trying to work out what to do about your offer." I started walking again, because it was easier to say it moving. "Everybody wanted something from me. An answer, or an explanation, or a decision, and you just asked whether I'd eaten.""That's what did it?" He sounded faintly appalled."It was kind, and I noticed.""So you were grateful.""No. It wasn't gratitude." I looked at the pavement, because the pavement was safer. "I wanted you to sit down.""Sit down.""And stay. I didn't have a plan for it. I
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 375: In Public
The pub was smaller than the sound had suggested. A trio had set up in the corner, a saxophonist, a guitarist and a bass player, and in front of them someone had cleared a square of bare floorboards. An older couple was already turning there in slow circles, with the careful air of people who had done it for forty years. A few others sat at the nearby tables, nodding along.We put our coats on a bench by the wall. Damien glanced towards the bar, out of habit, and I caught him doing it."You can buy me a drink afterwards," I said."I wasn't going to.""You were calculating the queue.""I was looking at the taps." He took my hand anyway. "What are we doing, exactly?""Something slow. You'll be fine."It was slow enough, at least. I stepped over the guitar cable onto the boards, and he put his hand at my back and held the other one out, and I stepped in and took it, and for about eight bars we were quite good. Then he lifted our joined hands to turn me, at the exact moment I decided to m
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 374: He Had Made a Reservation
"Black, for half past seven," Damien told the young man at the desk, and then he turned from the desk and looked at me with his whole attention. It was a small thing, and I felt it all the same. The young man took us to a table by the wall, under a hanging lamp, and I noticed the handwritten menu on the slate and the same steam on the glass as before.We sat opposite each other this time, with a candle between us in a jam jar. Damien waited until the water had been poured and the waiter had gone before he spoke."You were looking at me like that when we came in.""Like what?""Like you were pleased with me.""You were the one who was pleased," I said. "You looked like a man who'd won something.""You didn't make it particularly difficult.""I could have.""You could have," he agreed. "I'd have enjoyed that too."We ordered, and the food arrived in the unhurried way of a place that had no interest in its tables turning over. For a while we talked about nothing in particular. He told me
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 373: He Asked What Time I Finished
By ten on Monday the morning sun was coming through the east window and laid a long pale strip across the table. I had the revised training pack spread along the whole length of it, the participant exercises in a row on the left and the coordinator's notes in a second row beneath, so that each sheet sat under the one it belonged to. It was the first full working day I had spent in that room, and I had stopped noticing it by about nine o'clock.The trouble was in the third pair. The exercise now began with a coordinator ringing a woman who had stopped coming, but the notes beneath it still told coordinators to send the standard message first. It was Ruth's old line, the cheerful one, and it was exactly the thing the session had taught them to stop sending. I stepped back along the table to be sure, and then I leaned across and pulled the notes sheet toward me and crossed out the opening paragraph.I reached for the next sheet without losing my place, because nothing in the pack had mov
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 372: He Thought It Was A Good Chair
I edged past the chair again, with my hip turned and my shin catching the corner of the arm, and said something I wouldn't have wanted Claire to hear."It's the best spot in the room," Damien said, from the sofa. "Sit in it and tell me it isn't.""I'm not sitting in it. I'm walking round it.""The light's right there.""The light's lovely. It's the chair that's the problem." I went back to the doorway and walked the route again, to show him. "Every time I come in with a cup I have to turn sideways, and it's only Sunday.""That's because it's a proper chair.""It's a very comfortable chair, and it's too big for where you've put it."The doorbell rang before he could answer. It was Claire, in a good coat, holding a casserole dish wrapped in a tea towel, which she was returning with a pie inside it as interest. Behind her came Marcus, who had somehow arrived on the step at the same moment, with Damien's laptop charger in one hand and a look of faint apology. We passed the dishes along th
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