“Aurora?”
That kind of intimacy—using her first name so tenderly—was only possible if there was something special between them.
Are they together now?
A thousand thoughts tangled in Daniel’s mind, making it impossible to stay calm. Still, he refused to lose his composure in front of Louis.
“It’s late. Stay the night and leave tomorrow,” he said, trying to sound casual.
Nora was already walking over, hand-in-hand with Payne. As she passed Daniel, he couldn’t help himself; his hand shot out, fingers wrapping around her wrist, betraying a flicker of desperation.
Hans’s face hardened. “Daniel.” His voice was low, warning him not to push his luck.
Daniel hesitated for a moment, then let go.
Nora didn’t spare him a glance; she simply led Payne to the car and helped him in. Louis gave Hans a polite nod before following after them.
Hans blocked the doorway, making sure Daniel couldn’t follow. Only when the car’s taillights vanished into the night did Hans straighten up, dusting imaginary lint from Daniel’s shoulder.
“She hates you,” Hans said. Three words, and Daniel’s face paled.
He turned his head slowly, voice icy. “You really think Louis can protect her?”
Hans only smiled. “Whether he can or not isn’t the point. He’s the man she wants.”
Those words stopped Daniel cold.
“And besides, you’re the one who left her for Eleanor. If she ever finds out, she’ll only hate you more.”
Hans felt a rare sense of satisfaction as he strolled away. Arranged marriages were inevitable for people like him—if not Eleanor, there’d be someone else forced into his life eventually. But there was no reason he should be the only one feeling miserable.
Back in Millbrook, Nora was still simmering. She’d come home hoping for a quiet dinner with Hans, maybe a bit of peace, but Daniel had ruined that too.

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