For a fleeting second, the meaning behind her words didn't register.
It wasn't until he saw the warm smile on her lips that wild elation finally lit up his eyes.
"Are you serious?"
"You're not mad at me?"
Seeing how careful and lost he looked, a tender ache blossomed in her chest. Her gaze softened.
"How could I be mad at you?"
"What do I even have to be mad about?"
He had hidden his identity, yes.
But at the end of the day, she had never cared about her supposed fiancé either.
Agreeing to the marriage had been a rash, impulsive choice.
Driven entirely by a hidden agenda.
Back then, she couldn't have cared less who Harold's grandson was.
It was Nathan's appearance that had torn her apart, causing her weeks of agonizing guilt.
She absolutely had a right to be annoyed.
If he had just told her the truth, she wouldn't have spent the last month torturing herself over it.
But part of her was glad he had kept his mouth shut.
Otherwise, they would never have reached this level of intimacy.
If she had known who he was from the start, she never would have let her guard down. She would have treated him with stiff, professional courtesy, keeping an impenetrable wall between them.
And knowing him, that cold distance might have driven him away entirely.
They would have lost each other forever.
"So... we're good?"
He squeezed her hand.
Feeling the heat from his palm seeping into her skin, Nora shyly looked down. "Yeah."
Then, realizing what he'd said, she murmured, "It's not like we were even fighting."
Weren't they just having a civil discussion?

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