Escort her…
His father was quite the force to be reckoned with, he thought.
Then he glanced at her evacuated chair before glancing at her barely touched plate of food.
Had he ever seen her eat properly? From the way she had devoured the biscuits he had brought for her, he could tell that she wasn't one of the women that deliberately tried to maintain their weight.
Although he doubted that anything could ever make her stop being beautiful…
What did it matter to him if she hardly ate?
He shook his head to clear the thought.
And she had hardly spoken to Candace…
Something serious must have happened between them. For some reason, he was glad that whatever had happened did."
When he had cleared off a satisfactory proportion of his meal, he excused himself from the table, leaving his dull-faced brother and her at the table.
Theodore hadn't intended for his comment to sink so deep, but his brother had himself to blame for thoroughly neglecting the very woman he intended to marry.
