My Notorious Gentleman's

#27

Nonetheless, his gut feeling was that this kind of big project might be what he needed.

A challenge worth trying.

Grange's price was still too expensive with all the repairs needed, but he could have sold it again after he finished fixing it.

He had never worked on an antique building before. This renovation business provides a series of interesting new problems.

The house Trevor built for Laura was a new construction house.

Trevor grimaced as he remembered selling the house, which he did in a fit of rage. But basically he managed to sell the house at a fairly high price, so he would be able to buy Grange whenever he decided.

God fucking. Trevor shook his head, still feeling annoyed at the loss of his dream home which might be bigger than his frustration at his canceled dream wedding.

The house has become his favorite.

In comparison, Grange is like an old and rickety freight train, while the house it sells is a new, shiny, and fast racing train.

Trevor himself designed the spectacular white mansion, a place he would live in with his charming blonde wife and where they raised their perfect children.

In retrospect, Trevor wondered if he had misinterpreted love by a process of creating a feeling for the woman he thought would share his future with him.

When he heard the news that the woman had changed their plans, Trevor was almost tempted to burn down the house he had built because he was very upset.

Oh, what an irony.

Just when Trevor and the dream home are ready with the prospect of actually marrying Laura, realizing her dream, the, at that moment Laura gave up believing that Trevor was dead and moved to the major.

Trevor sighed. All this time he had poured out his heart and soul for the building. But now, even his heart and soul were gone as well.

Unable to move his kakibya in his empty marble corridor, Trevor sold the white mansion to an ambitious and very wealthy merchant.

Trevor set a low price in order to get rid of the house immediately, only to cover the cost of his expenses on every expensive detail he installed in the house.

The marble floor was patterned by a chessboard in the front hall. Oak wood wall. His ceiling was painted directly by artists from Florence whom he chose himself.

Vanished already.

"Do you want anything, My Lord?" ask the property agent, interrupt Trevor's daydream.

The property agent followed him out.

"Ships on this canal can carry anything you order from London. They operate almost every day."

Trevor blazed back his gaze towards the entrance earlier, watching along the rows of trees lined up by the side of the road. The closest building he saw was a gray stone building in the form of a cottage located behind lush ash trees.

"What's that?"

The property agent turned to his map before squinting in the scorching sun.

"I'm sure it's the pastor's residence, My Lord.

"Oh, really?" a smile formed on Trevor's lips as he watched using binoculars.

The blurry, pastel-colored shadows that appeared among the green plants caught Trevor's attention.

Trevor's smile grew. Hello, neighbor. Trevor's sharp gaze was fixed on the figure of Miss Kenwood who was plucking grass in her garden.

All of a sudden, Trevor felt a rush of pleasure in his stomach, along with a warm, masculine throbbing in a place lower than that.

You didn't think I was really coming, did you, Dear Lady?

Out there, bathed in sunlight, Grace looks more alluring than Trevor remembers. And he had often thought about the woman for the past ten days more than he was willing to admit.

It is possible that Grace was the real cause of Trevor willing to come all the way to Grange, although he will certainly deny it if there are people who think like that.

An even softer smile flashed on Trevor's lips as he saw who was accompanying Grace.

A little girl, perhaps about four or five years old, was standing next to Grace while holding a large, light-brown cat.

The irritated cat wriggled from the girl's arm and jumped down, fleeing.

While kneeling among her vegetable crops, Miss Kenwood then stood up and cleaned her gardening gloves off the ground, then laughed at something the little girl said.

Trevor watched the woman from a distance happily and made her even more convinced to immediately buy this place.

After all, Trevor thought, if he bought this place, he would have a pleasant neighbor.