And there it was, the confession he'd been waiting for. A calmer Charles might have considered that technically Valerian Macnair could be referring to a third man's proposal that he simply knew of because he lived with Miss Lestrange, he hadn't explicitly said he'd made the proposal. Charles could only dream of handling this situation that calmly. He'd waited a long time and worked too damn hard to let Miss Lestrange slip through his fingers, he'd never find her like again and he would be damned if her shit stain of a cousin was going to decide at the very last minute that actually maybe he wouldn't mind having her for his wife! There was no damn respect for the fact that he was the one courting, he had sought the blessing of not only her uncle but her dreary brother, he'd bought a fucking house and picked out a ring and damn it Valerian fucking Macnair was not going to ruin his life he could go find another woman!
Charles took a couple steps towards him. "What gives you the right?!"
Charles took a couple steps towards him. "What gives you the right?!"
