As Eleanor spoke, her gaze drifted past Chloe to settle warmly on Marcus Evans. She had always thought the two were well-matched—his gentle nature a perfect complement to her quiet warmth. A perfect pair. But Chloe felt another gaze on her, sharp and laced with mockery. She ignored it, lifting her chin and forcing a smile. "Eleanor," she said, her voice bright, "Alan must have misunderstood. I explained on the way over. I'm not planning to get a
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