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Liam Martin pulled Sara protectively into his arms, his cold gaze fixed on Lady Martin. "Grandmother, Sara is my woman. I ask that you show her some respect."

Lady Martin was unimpressed. Her gaze swept over Sara critically. "This woman has a thin, unlucky look about her—petty and unsophisticated. Hardly fit for high society. But since you've made up your mind, I won't say more