Swipe Left on Mr. Darcy — Swipe Right，第 16 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
Lizzie pauses under a streetlight, and her satisfied smile falters for a moment as an unbidden memory surfaces — shown as a soft, ghosted image at the edge of the panel: Darcy in the Netherfield foyer, with unexpectedly gentle eyes. A tiny crease of doubt appears between her brows before she can shake it off and walk on. Lizzie (thinking): '...Mostly.'
圖片說明
Under a streetlight, Lizzie's satisfied smile falters as a ghosted memory of a gentle-eyed Darcy surfaces at the edge of the panel, a flicker of doubt crossing her face.
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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.