Darcy took a step back, as if struck. “I don’t believe it’s always possible to find happiness, Miss Bennet,” he said. “And I don’t believe we all have the privilege of marrying the person we love. But I do believe I could find some semblance of happiness with you, yes. Perhaps it wouldn’t be love, not today, and perhaps not in a year. But eventually?” He shrugged. Oliver shook his head, fury and hurt and despair swirling in his chest like a hurricane. He’d been so foolish. He’d really believed, even if only for a moment, that there was something between him and Darcy. That Darcy saw something
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