Swipe Left on Mr. Darcy — Swipe Right，第 12 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
Lizzie is riveted and sympathetic, a hand half-reaching across the table. Lizzie: 'God. That's awful.' Then her sympathy hardens into grim vindication as the story clicks into place with everything she already believed, her eyes narrowing into a slow, knowing nod. Lizzie: 'But honestly? It tracks.'
圖片說明
Lizzie reaches out, sympathetic and horrified by the story; below, her sympathy hardens into grim vindication as it all clicks.
關於本章
Home at last and thoroughly rattled — because Mr. Darcy was kind, and that was not supposed to happen — Lizzie does the only sensible thing and reopens the dating app to reset herself. She swipes right on George Wickham: warm, funny, easy, everything Darcy is not. Coffee is effortless until his eyes catch on the word 'Netherfield' and he lets slip that he and Darcy go way back. Then comes the story — the two of them practically raised as family, a promise of a place in the business, and Darcy quietly making sure that after his father died, George got nothing. It's wounded, it's gracious, and it hands Lizzie exactly the villain she wanted back. She leaves vindicated, her old verdict re-cemented — never noticing the cold, calculating flicker behind George's easy smile the moment she looks away, nor the way Darcy's unexpected kindness still snags at the very edge of her certainty.