Page 90 of Tempted By an Unconventional Lady

“She’s moved to Paris. Thetonhave rejected her, seeing through her manipulative ways. She’s been socially exiled and has had to flee to the continent.”

Charlotte allowed the news to sink in. She was pleased she would never have to face the woman again, though shehad never had a cruel streak herself. And besides, Lucille had ultimately helped them, hadn’t she?

“I hope she finds the life she deserves in Paris,” Charlotte said sincerely. “I genuinely wish her well. Perhaps in France she will find what she needs to become the good woman I know she can be, if only she has the right environment.”

Alexander reached over and squeezed her hand tightly, gazing at her with those loving eyes that Charlotte would never tire of. “You really are the kindest, sweetest woman in the world. Do you know that, Charlotte Wentworth?”

“Charlotte Wentworth? I rather like that.”

“And how about Duchess of Ashbourne?” he asked, an eyebrow raised.

Charlotte smirked. “Why, I like that even better.”

Later still, as the festivities came to an end and their guests trailed out of the house, Alexander swept Charlotte off her feet and into his arms. She let out a cry of laughter, then wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.

“It’s been the perfect day. I wish it didn’t have to end.”

“It doesn’t have to end, my love,” Alexander said as he began mounting the stairs.

Charlotte pulled back and looked at him quizzically. “But aren’t we going to bed?”

“We are,” he said. He wiggled his eyebrows, making her giggle.

“Twice in one day?” she asked.

He nodded. “Or thrice, if you’re lucky.”

Charlotte planted a kiss on his lips as he maneuvered through the corridors of the manor house.

“I love you, Your Grace.”

“And I love you, Your Grace.”

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