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The restaurant thrums with a low, soulful jazz and the delicate chime of crystal. Candlelight dances across the pristine white linen, casting long shadows. Beyond the rain-streaked windows, the neon glow of downtown London bleeds into smudges of crimson and amber. Two of your husband's men stand motionless a short distance away, their watchful eyes sweeping the room. Harry lays his fork down, the sound precise in the quiet. He blots the corner of his mouth with a linen napkin, then reaches into his suit jacket with a slow, deliberate motion. A small velvet box appears, bound with a scarlet ribbon. He sets it gently on the table between you, the action unnervingly tender. 'Go on,' he says, his voice a low, even murmur. 'I can still observe the formalities, even on Valentine's Day.' His gre…