My Notorious Gentleman's

#37

With confused and unusual eyes, Callie slowed down her train, then directed her horse to stop when they were almost near the entrance to Grace's house.

"I never thought that way. That I might have some kind of responsibility."

"I know."

"Do you think I've ruined this village's opportunity?"

"I really don't know."

"But I didn't mean it badly!"

"Of course you didn't mean that. Honey, being friendly is a good thing, but what I mean is that we shouldn't just go near people. He just got back from a war. If he moves to our village, we should respect his privacy, instead of storming him like that. Let him come to us, when and if he is ready. We have to be patient with it."

Callie grimacing. They both knew it was one of his weaknesses.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to bother him." He fell down, but finally he realized the mistake he made.

"You really think I've embarrassed myself?"

Geace said nothing for a while, letting the girl deduce it herself. Then he shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe you can be a match, maybe not. Only time can tell."

The beautiful girl looked confused.

"Men don't usually think of myself as a bully! I'm sure that my brief visit won't make the man run away. I'm sure so."

"We'll see later. Rice has become porridge. Until that time comes, we won't know what his decision is until he's decided."

While hoping Lord Trevor's small refusal will not make Callie more eager to pursue the man in the future. Grace looked towards the entrance.

"I'll just walk from here. Can you take Bitsy home? His mother must be confused looking for him now."

Callie nodded without saying anything, still thinking about her mistake with a puzzled look.

Grace said goodbye to Bitsy by hugging the boy's shoulder.

"You're coming with Miss Callie, yeah, Little Duck. I'll see you tomorrow!"

Bity nodded still turning the daisies that Lord Trevor had given him.

"A little bump, this tiny creature can bounce off."

"I know." Calpurnia turned her head to make sure Bitsy was safe behind her, then hesitantly, looked at Grace reluctantly.

"I didn't mean it when I said you were a spinster. You know that, right?"

Grace forced herself to nod as she raised her hand to the forehead to protect her eyes from the sunlight.

"Of course."

A priest's daughter has no choice but to forgive.

"Good." Callie nodded back, avoiding Grace's gaze, then clucked to order her horse to walk.

"Well, I'll see you later then."

Grace did not move from where she stood at the intersection between the village street and the entrance to the church as well as her home. He saw them speeding away, and after a while, turned his head back towards Grange.

Did he really forget his meeting with me?

Although his shy, flat, boring side was moved to believe him, his heart denied that Lord Trevor could not possibly say so.

*Don't forget, we're dealing with a spy, Grace reminded herself.

What the man said did not always reflect what was on his mind*.

And it becomes a problem for a woman who upholds honesty.

On the other hand, Lord Tevor was a bit outspoken with him after he stabbed the man's arm with his hairpin.

Grace smiled remembering those memories.

He was finally able to forget the pain of Callie's scathing words to him, he felt very confident that Lord Trevor did not behave like a man who had forgotten him.

In fact, Grace dared to argue that the man looked just as happy as Grace when they met. But maybe it was just his delusion, his hope...

Grace sighed, then turned around and began to move into the driveway, wondering if the man would really be her neighbor.

It will be a torturous wait for the man to make his decision, but Grace swears that no matter what happens, he will still wear his mask as manly as ever, not caring about the fact that inside her was turbulent excitement or the arrival of the man, as Callie blatantly pointed out.