"Do you blame me for not disclosing your identity?" The distance between them seemed immeasurable by any unit, close enough to see the deepest glimmers in his pupils, close enough for his dense eyelashes to brush against her cheek like a breeze over water.
Charlotte Miller flinched slightly; they were too close, she could hear his heartbeat clearly, each thump resonating strongly in her eardrums.
"I wouldn't dare." It seemed that no one dared to blame him for anything, she was certainly no exception.
Besides, she didn't blame him; it wasn't about not daring.
Why would she blame him for this? She wasn't so bored that she wanted to flaunt her status as Mrs. Hallow to the world.
