The moment Leonor entered the library looking even more beautiful in a nightgown and robe, Desmond knew the day would hurt.
However, he would rather have her close than anywhere else in the manor. Even if he couldn't touch her, at least he could admire her.
God left him with one eye so he could at least witness the woman who was his wife.
Desmond never fully engrossed himself in the book he was reading. He was thinking about many other things. Particularly, he noticed Leonor had pulled a pillow onto her lap and leaned into it while she read something intense in her book. Her eyes moving quickly was the way he knew she must have been reading something captivating.
"What are you reading today?" Desmond asked her seemingly out of nowhere.
Leonor felt embarrassed as she peered at the duke from over the top of the small book she held.
