But at the click of the pantry door, both of us jumped away from the table. I wanted to tell him that he didn’t strike me as the sort of man who was out for financial gain. “Even so, I abhor the thought of using a woman for my own gain.” He took another large bite of his cheese and bread, his brows furrowing in dark frustration. “We both know that marriage arrangements usually have about as much beauty and love as a farmer purchasing a mate for his sow.” “Don’t be too hard on yourself,” I said, swiping at a glob of butter and cheese sliding off the edge of bread and licking it from my finger. When my mother first presented me with the option, everything within me cautioned against using a woman for what she could give me. “I was wrong to consider marrying you for your wealth. “I’m not flattering you, Sabine.” The sincerity of his tone warmed me like a drink of spiced cider.
“And you know how to flatter better than most men.”
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