For that reason, her engagement this week was particularly important. The motive was to secure a suitable prospect, like Lord Ashbourne, as her match. The engagement could close the growing rift in their finances, perhaps even restore a fragment of their lost dignity.
Her mind flickered back to the earlier encounter of the day, replaying every word, every glance, and every pause. Indeed, he was a quiet and calculating man.
After disclosing her genuine motive, Penelope didn't expect any good reaction or response. She predicted a clear rejection. After all, any gentleman required time before proposing courtship.
But she was desperate, obviously. And he needed an heir, which made him desperate too, which made them suitable for each other. He had not rejected her, but neither had he accepted, which meant… the game was still in motion.
A slow breath left her lips. This was what she wanted. This was what she predicted afterwards, but the cost of it took her off guard.
