Chapter Fifteen
“Have someone tell my wife the hour grows late,” Ren snarled at the footman. The man just happened to be the unfortunate soul passing the open drawing room door at that moment. He barely heard the man’s reply as Ren continued his pacing. When he reached the bank of windows at the opposite end of the room, he turned at the slight rustle coming from the hallway. Snapping his watch shut, he lifted his eyes to the sight before him.
“That will be unnecessary, Your Grace.”
Glowing radiantly, skin flawless as his finest porcelain, an angel wrapped in ivory satin and tulle stood in the doorway. Her long dark curls were pulled up on the sides and arranged on top of her head with wispy tendrils curled in front of her ears. She was more beautiful than an angel.
This was his duches
