"But you don't love me!" That protest was still ringing in Ian’s ears. Of course I don't.

 A gentleman did not wait for love when he got married. And Ivan, he was looking for love, perhaps? 

He had had this scathing answer on the tip of his tongue, but had refrained from uttering it. He wasn't cruel enough to remind her of what she'd been through, especially when Eden was looking at her like that, with her amber eyes.

 He had not yet noticed their special color, nor the long lashes that shaded them.

 If the situation had not been so serious, he would have burst out laughing when he...