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Gareth opened his ed to bite off the coht Hyacinth was at his side, and suddenly his angry ways seemed callow, immature He didn’t want her to see him like that He didn’t want to be like that

“Miss Bridgerton has so his voice even “She has assisted me in its translation”

The baron looked at Hyacinth, his piercing eyes studying her for aback to Gareth

“Isabella kneho my father was,” Gareth said softly “It was Uncle Edward”

The baron said nothing, not a word Except for the slight parting of his lips, he was so still that Gareth wondered if he was even breathing

Had he known? Had he suspected?

As Gareth and Hyacinth stood in silence, the baron turned and looked down the street, his eyes settling on some far-off point When he turned back, he was as white as a sheet

He cleared his throat and nodded Just once, as an acknowledg with his head toward Hyacinth “The Lord knows you’re going to need her dowry”

And then he walked up the rest of the steps, let himself into his home, and shut the door

“That’s all?” Hyacinth said, after a ape “That’s all he’s going to say?”

Gareth felt hihter, he realized, al

“He can’t do that,” Hyacinth protested, her eyes flashing with indignation “You just revealed the biggest secret of both of your lives, and all he does is—are you laughing?”

Gareth shook his head, even though it was clear that he was

“What’s so funny?” Hyacinth asked suspiciously

And her expression was so…her It h even harder