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Priscilla held her breath in anticipation

“I do not

own land,” he continued “I have an inco parties for the dissipatedthe day you will be free to do as you please But should I be entertaining guests, you are to re”

He would keep her hidden away like a naughty child? “But surely people will expect your wife to act as hostess”

“It is not that sort of party”

“What sort of—” Priscilla’s cheeks flamed as realisation dawned “Oh, I see You mean married men cavort openly with their mistresses Inhibitions are relaxed They—”

“Indeed”

Having no desire to witness the unscrupulous events, she would gladly re little choice but to marry, she refused to suffer humiliation

“I agree to your request,” she said, even though his hard tone suggested she had no option “But I have one question and insist on an honest answer”

He sat back in the seat “Then please continue, Priscilla”

To hear her nauidly from his lips made her heart thump hard in her chest If only she were immune to his charm “Do you have a mistress?”

Mr Chandler frowned “By ularly and support financially?”

Priscilla bit down on her lip and nodded

“Then, no I do not have a mistress”

That did not answer the question “But you are intimate omen”