Page 208 of The Governess of My Heart
“It belongs to you.”
Elizabeth opened it with curiosity, and her eyes widened once she saw the present.
“This is the book I wanted to purchase at the store.”
“The one I arrogantly stole from you,” he corrected, making Elizabeth smile.
“I cannot believe it, Fitzwilliam. Why did you not give it to me before?”
“Maybe I wanted to do it at the right time.”
“But trust me, I never forgave you for what you did to me that day,” she said, trying to sound annoyed.
“Is that so? Now that I have returned it to you, you must find a way to forgive me.”
“Very well, but tell me, why were you so arrogant that day?”
“I really do not know, Elizabeth. The moment you saw me, you became angry, and I cannot tell you how attractive you look when upset. Your eyes sparkled with irritation, and I will never forget your argument with me that day,” he said, smiling at the memory.
“You expect me to forgive you when you still find the incident amusing? Shame on you, Fitzwilliam,” she cried with irritation and tried to get up. Darcy immediately pulled her back to her seat.
“So, you want to know why I taunted you that day?” he asked as he moved closer to her. His face was merely inches away from hers, and Elizabeth could feel her heart pounding.
“Yes,” she said, trembling.
“Because you bewitched me with your beauty, and though I bought the book, I could not read it or give it to Georgiana. I have kept it with me all these months and every night I went to sleep after looking at it on my table. The comfort this book has given me cannot be explained in words; I felt as though I had a part of you with me. I have waited for this day to give it to you because I no longer need it as I have you by my side,” he said, and Elizabeth could sense how much he loved her.
“I bewitched you that day?” she asked, touching his cheek.
“You did,” he said as his hand wrapped around her waist.
“Do I bewitch you now?” she asked, amazed at her own courage.
“In a way, I cannot describe in words.”
“If you cannot, then I am sorry; I am unable to forgive you for what you did at the bookstore,” she said, teasing him.
“Maybe you will after this,” Darcy said, and before she could reply, he passionately captured her lips, shocking her.
As much as she had feared the night, Elizabeth found herself melting in her husband’s touch, and the sensations building within her took her breath away.
As they parted, Darcy observed her expression for a few seconds and asked.
“Do you forgive me now?”
“I don’t,” she said teasingly.
“Is that so? I assure you that by the end of this night, you will,” he said, swiftly carrying her to bed.
Chapter 57
The next morning, Darcy lay awake next to Elizabeth, unable to take his eyes off her. He noticed her stir and smiled as she woke up.
What more would I want in life if I could wake up to see your beautiful eyes every morning?
“Good morning, Mrs. Darcy,” he said, and Elizabeth blushed in embarrassment, recollecting their passionate night. She quickly tried to leave him, and Darcy pulled her back.
“What is the hurry to get away from me, my dear? You still have not answered my question.”
