Chapter 11
The footman helped Eden get into the car, and the aristocrat discreetly studied the young lady’s face as she sat across from him.”
“Hello, did you sleep well?”
She was pale, had drawn features and dark circles under her eyes.
He had never demanded that his omega be as beautiful as a statue or a fashion print, but he wanted her to have at least a little charm.
Eden was too tired for that. The image of Freddie Framlingham, so lively and pretty, with her pink cheekbones, fresh complexion and mischievous eyes, came back to his memory. The pure, the so nice Freddie.
“Yes, thank you.”
This was, obviously, a polite lie.
She must have spent half the night biting his blood.
“-Ok…”
It was useless to point out to her how bad she looked. Ian thought
“There is a bottle of madeira and dry biscuits in the basket.”
“It's very kind of you to have thought about it.”
She smiled at him, and it
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