All Things Left Unsaid (On Hiatus/Rewriting)

All Things Left Unsaid (On Hiatus/Rewriting)

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It is a moment that lasts only a few seconds, but by god, is it unbearable. The woman almost looks sheepish, but no one can miss the ghost of a smile on her face. Very faint; barely there. It goes straight to his chest and it clenches painfully. She holds his stare as if challenging him, although it might very well be his nerves going haywire. "Well then," the woman speaks, too chirpy for comfort. "I shall take this as my cue to leave. Have a safe trip home, Lord Bridgerton." (This story will most likely undergo quite a few edits as I go along so please bear with me. Hopefully, I can write the chapters quickly so I can refine them when necessary. Enjoy!)
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