He expected her to smile, or to jump or to show some form of excitement, but he clearly misunderstood her as it was.
She did neither of those things.
Instead, she just asked, "Is that all?"
He had to blink. She was dismissing him? Was she not pleased with the idea?
"I believe so."
She clasped her hands together. "Then, I should thank you, Your Grace. You do my family a great honour." The words sounded flat and devoid of a single shred of gratitude, but he nodded all the same.
What was wrong?
She didn't want the land?
"Claire?" He called before he could restrain himself.
She met his gaze. "You do not seem happy about my offer."
She pursed her lips, her eyes hardening.
"Is that your way of settling me? Tossing my vile uncle's property in my hands as your payment?" She drew in a deep breath, and without waiting for him to speak, she continued, "If that is the case, Your Grace, you might as well gift me back my father's land for all the world to see."
He blinked again.
So…
