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They Have No Right!

For the first time, Lord Carlisle was not behind his desk. He was seated away on the settee, by the wall, wearing a fine cotton shirt to keep the cold away and a grey coloured trousers. His waistcoat lay on the far end of the settee. He had rid himself of it.

Lord Carlisle was slouched in the settee. He had his legs crossed as he read a parchment and rhythmically tapped the top of the settee. She had never seen him so relaxed and carefree. It was a beautiful sight. His hair was dishevelled like he had run his hand through it and Beth was momentarily reminded of the feel of it. Her fingers twitched.

She permitted her eyes to run the length of his body, admiring him for a split second, studying him again. He was a lot different from the look he carried at breakfast but no matter how he looked, Lord Carlisle could command the breaths of many women as he was commanding hers. He was as powerful and dignified as his title carried.

The thought annoyed her slightly that he could make other wo
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