Swipe Left on Mr. Darcy — Swipe Right，第 9 页
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Relaxed, Lizzie mentions where she has just been. Lizzie: 'I was actually just staying at Netherfield.' George's easy grin pauses, one eyebrow lifting with sharpened interest at the word. George: 'Netherfield. So you've met Darcy.'
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Lizzie mentions she was just staying at Netherfield; below, George's easy grin pauses, one eyebrow lifting with sharpened interest.
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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.