He was on the balcony of a luxurious restaurant overlooking the riverbank. The gentle smile he wore as he looked down at her gave him a much softer air than the last time they had met. “I’m sorry, Your Grace, but you must be mistaken.” Liam chuckled at her defiant retort, though tears still glistened at the corners of her eyes. She was right; her eyes were not wet from weeping, just like that day. He had been certain she was crying, but the moment their gazes met, all traces of tears had vanished. It was impressive how she could erase all evidence in seconds and adopt the righteous, composed gaze of a noblewoman.