My Notorious Gentleman's
#15
"Grace, my dear, where have you been? I haven't seen you since," Grace's father said affectionately.
Grace's face flushed with guilt, but fortunately, her father did not ask her about her attitude.
"I was just chatting with a very pleasant person" continued the priest in his usual friendly manner, pointing at the former spy with a brandy glass
"He's interested in Colonel Avery's old farm."
"Oh?" Grace almost choked.
Just a short walk past two meadows and a small forest from Grace's beautiful home to the abandoned farmhouse known as Grange. Of all the neighbors who ever dreamed of moving there!
Grace tried not to choke and smiled a little to show her manners.
"Oh, but, Papa, the building is just the rubble. It can hardly be occupied anymore," Grace assured Lord Trevor with a nervous smile.
"Omong empty!" refute father.
"The building just needs a little bit of improvement, but my young friend said that he has a little bit of talent as an architect.in addition to his other talents, that's what I heard."
"Of course" whispered Grace guiltily, while her father raised the glass to the Order's agent, as a symbol that the pastor knew what the man had done for the country. Grace has even tasted other talents that the man also has.
Then his father introduced them both in a more formal way.
"Grace, introduce me to introduce Lord Trevor Montgomery to you" his father said, turning to the national hero.
"Lord Trevor, this is my most precious treasure in the world, and my right hand since his mother died. My daughter, Grace."
Lord Trevor Montgomery bowed to Grace without showing the slightest sign of their previous deeds. After all, the man was already trained to lie. Thought Grace.
"Miss Kenwood's. It's an honor for me."
The secret is now revealed.
With a racing heart, Grace bowed and saluted, praying that her father would not ask her why her cheeks were now blushing red. Surely most women's cheeks will also change color if they meet this kind of man.
"Of course, honey. Is something wrong?"
Meanwhile, Grace saw Lord Trevor glancing over from behind her father's back, sending a sharp look to him, who as if asked, "You think this is over?"
Grace grabbed her father's elbow and pulled the pastor a little away.
"George is in the card game room playing whist," he murmured.
His father's eyebrows instantly curved upwards.
"Oh, jeez. I'll be there soon."
"Should I go with you?"
"No, I think it would be more effective if I came alone and talked between a man and a man with him. Why don't you just stay here and have a chat with Montgomery? He seems a little interested in you."
"What, me? Don't be silly! I don't know why Papa said such a thing!" grace said, sounding a little more tense than it deserves to be accepted for her father's casual comments.
His father looked at Grace suspiciously, then shrugged.
"Maybe it's because you're the only woman here, who doesn't throw herself at him." Then his father elbowed him in a secretive style.
"Tell him more about Grange. We should be able to make him own the place if we can. He used architecture as a hobby and he said he was looking for a new project. He just finished building a house and selling it, and we all know Grange needs a new tenant. Maybe he'll even buy the old place if he likes it enough."
"Papa, I'm sure he won't enjoy our boring country life. He's a man of action, of adventure anyway, of the stories I've heard. A hero. He would definitely die of the boredom of living with villagers like us."
"It doesn't matter if he's bored or not" his father said slowly.
"We need that man's donation to help build our village. If he can get that farm back into operation, we can feed the people you brought to the village better."
Grace scowled when her father quipped that the charity work she did was not cheap.
