Page 5 of Saved By the Rakish Duke

The discussion once again resumed its original course, but Penelope found it more difficult to focus this time.

In our rush to come here, I haven't even had the chance to read today’s paper.

She discreetly scanned the room for the paper—silently hoping that it was within reach—but to no avail.

Suddenly, the drawing-room door swung open.

“Mother! Do you need me to pick up any- Oh, good morning.”

Leaning against the frame with one hand on the doorknob, stood an attractive man with dark hair. His well-built physique would normally render him quite intimidating, but this effect was immediately countered by his warm smile.

He blinked his bright blue eyes at them. “Very sorry, I didn’t realize our guests had already arrived.”

The women rose from their seats as he sauntered towards them.

“You’re even more handsome than I remember!” Mother exclaimed.

He kissed her hand in greeting. “Please, there’s no need for such flattery between friends, Lady Punton.”

The dowager duchess clutched her son’s arm. “Dearest, this is Countess of Punton’s daughter: Lady Penelope. I’ve never been able to properly introduce you two what with your schooling, traveling, gallivanting, and who knows what else.”

He playfully rolled his eyes at this remark, before bringing a hand to his mouth as he pretended to whisper, “Don't believe a word! She always exaggerates.” He winked at Penelope.

Penelope had always known that Her Grace had a son. But their family moved away from Pelshead when she was very young, so she didn’t remember meeting him at all.

However, being formally introduced to him now, she wondered whether that was a blessing in disguise. Perhaps she was being too harsh, but based on the arrogance with which he carried himself, the duke seemed like the sort who expected everyone to bend to his will.

He reminds me so much of-

She gasped as he took her hand and added with a flirty smile, “I look forward to us becoming... better acquainted, Lady Penelope.” Penelope remained unimpressed, but offered him a polite smile regardless. “It’s nice to meet you, Your Grace.”

Upon hearing this, his expression faltered—just for an instant. But he quickly resumed his smiling, easygoing manner.

Penelope couldn't help but scoff.

What? Was he expecting me to swoon?She sighed.Well, he certainly seems like the type that’s used to that sort of attention.

With greetings and introductions properly exchanged, everyone returned to their seats. To Penelope’s surprise, the duke sat himself down in the armchair right across from hers.

“So... what are we talking about?” he asked, reaching for one of the biscuits.

“With all due respect, Your Grace...” Penelope raised an eyebrow, “wewere discussing the upcoming events for this Season whileyouwere evidently on your way out.”

He leaned forward amusedly, dusting his hands. “My, my, you’ve been here for all of what, perhaps an hour? And you’re already kicking me out of my own house.”

Penelope shrugged innocently. “I was merely answering your question, Your Grace.”

“Must youreallygo out today, dear?” interjected the dowager duchess. “Wouldn’t you much rather save your energy for tonight?”

“The ball doesn’t start until nine o’clock!” He waved a dismissive hand. “What’s the harm in running a few quick errands while I have the chance?”

Penelope almost choked on her tea.

“Something to add, Lady Penelope?” He lowered his eyes at her.

“Nothing, Your Grace.” She smiled sweetly. “It’s no surprise to me that you are a gentleman who makes the mostefficientuse of his time.”

He scoffed, “Are you implying that I don’t actually intend to run the errands?"

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