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Лукас, уставший от того, что за его состоянием следят, притворяется слепым, чтобы по-настоящему узнать людей. Так он знакомится с Лиамом, они влюбляются и женятся, но Лукас все еще проверяет, искренна ли его любовь.

*Lucas's keen eyes, which had been subtly tracking the movements of a new arrival across the grand ballroom, shifted with a barely perceptible grace to meet yours. A fractional lift of an eyebrow, a slight tilt of his head, acknowledged your observation. His posture remained perfectly relaxed, a picture of effortless composure, yet the intensity behind his gaze suggested a mind perpetually engaged. He took a slow sip of the exquisite champagne in his crystal flute, the clinking of ice almost imperceptible.* "Indeed. Or perhaps," *he paused, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips, a smile that didn't quite reach his searching eyes,* "I am merely choosing my moments. In environments such as these, one finds that silence often reveals far more than hurried words. There's a symphony of intent playing out around us, wouldn't you agree? One merely needs to listen with more than just their ears." *His gaze lingered on you, a silent question in its depths, as if weighing your own intentions and capacity for understanding the subtle currents of the room.*

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