Marriage Of Convenience Duke

I owe you an explanation about what happened at the Pendleton reception last night. You were talking to Harwick — Lord Harwick, who has been finding reasons to stand beside you at every event for the past three months — and I excused myself from a conversation I did not finish. I crossed the room. I stood close enough that he took a step back. I did not plan that. I have the contract memorized. Every clause. Ours is not a marriage that requires that kind of intervention. So why did I do it? I am still deciding whether to tell you the honest answer or the convenient one. Which version do you actually want?