My Notorious Gentleman's

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"Aren't you drinking enough?" soft Grace Murmuring.

"One more glass!" replied the young man while displaying his grin then hurriedly changed the subject.

"How are people in the countryside doing?"

Grace's residence in the village is not too far from the marquess' ancestral residence in Leciestershire.

There was always a stir in Thistleton whenever the marques family members came. And certainly, the arrival of George to the village was always welcomed by the residents. Especially the last arrival of the young man yesterday.

"Did they still talk about my mischief with the woman at the tavern?" Although George tried to look embarrassed, but the look in his eyes could not lie, because there it looks that he still thinks it is funny.

Grace is not smiling.

"Marianne's not pregnant, if that's what you're going to ask" Grace said coldly.

"At least to my knowledge."

"ah! I'm glad to hear it."

Grace gritted her teeth, surprised by the young man's outspoken attitude. The spoiled child has no idea how hard Marianne must live while living in London, and with the help of the Kenwoods, the girl begins a new, quiet life in their village.

George did not even realize that he had inflicted damage to all the progress Marianne had made there, by thrusting money at him as if the girl had no value.

And, um.. how's it going with Miss Windlesham?" george asked doubtfully after a while had passed.

"Does he still hate me? As you can see now, he refused to come to this party."

"Can you blame her for acting like that?" challenge Grace with surprise.

In their village, Horable Miss Calpurnia Windlesham is the most beautiful girl and from the beginning always considered that George is her future husband.

George scowling.

"Callie doesn't have me at all, you know that! So did his mother," he added.

"Tell them I said that, Grace! Especially Lady Windlesham. The damned woman even had curtains for Lievedon Hall when her daughter would become the hostess there.

Grace shook her head and leaned back against the wall.

"But, Grace, you can't just ignore me! You know I'm powerless to face it myself."

"Why don't you talk to Papa?"

"Talking about a relationship with a bad woman?" whispered George.

"No way! What will Father Kenwood think of me?"

"Ex-bad woman," Grace corrected.

"You're my only hope, Grace. You are my guiding angel..."

"You drunk, huh?" grace asked, just to test the young man's honesty.

George ignored the question.

"You have to help me with Calpurnia. You can always solve other people's problems, Grace! Come on, you know it's true. That's your role in the village and in life, and everyone knows it! The pastor himself would have been confused looking for his sermon sheet if it wasn't for you. Well, those seedlings will also definitely forget to grow if you don't remind them.

"Actually, nothing grows this year, if you don't notice it," Grace said sourly.

"You should have seen my poor friend."

Large volcanic explosions on the other side of the earth affected the ground during the summer this year, and the extremely cold weather also killed the plants. Dews and winds throughout the season, also strange hail of ice, and a yellow sky.

There is no beautiful spring, instead there is even a cloudy, wet, cold and dark weather.

Some people even began to wonder if the doomsday was near.

The strange weather changes had a more violent impact after the war was over. Instead of enjoying the peace, now they had to face a famine, at least among the commoners.

There have been reported riots due to food shortages across the UK, even across Europe.

Such a tribulation looked so far away while sitting in Lord Lievedon's dance hall like now.

But as the daughter of a priest who also served as a protector of the poor for the community in his village, the suffering felt by the villagers was a personal matter of Badi Grace and her father.

Grace is reluctant to even think about how much corn will cost in winter. Not so many people that the church should feed.