My Notorious Gentleman's

#40

Grace remained in her seat and nodded slightly as Trevor bowed to her.

"Miss Kenwood."

"My Lord," Grace replied, trying her hardest to resist all the wild feelings this man could always have towards her.

"Do you want to eat here or do we go back to the dinner table?" ask Grace.

"It's perfect here" Trevor replied.

"A beautiful night."

"really so. Please bring the plates here, Mrs. Flynn's."

"Aye, Miss." The cook nodded, beaming at their handsome guest, then went to the kitchen to get his meal.

Papa sat down again, and Lord Trevor took his place before Grace's seat.

Grace was grateful that the moonlight hid the hue of her face, which was now bound to be more blushing, but she was well aware of the man's dignity, broad shoulders, the warmth that emanated from the large, muscular body. Also the scent of Trevor. The man smelled of sun and clairvoyant dust.

"Well, Young man? Don't let us keep guessing. How did you decide on Grange? I'm afraid my daughter could explode if you don't tell us right now."

"Father!"

Trevor leaned back in his chair, covering his smile with his hands while looking at Grace.

"That's it, huh?"

"No! I'm sure it had nothing to do with me" Grace said, but she could see that Trevor could see the twinkle in her eyes.

Lord Trevor just looked at Grace as if the man had all the time in this world.

"Oh, comeon!" grace's orders are finally.

Lord Trevor grinned.

"My friends, now you're dealing with the new Grange owner."

Grace gasped loudly, raised her fingers to her mouth, and looked at Lord Trevor in astonishment.

It's really happening. Grace could hardly believe it.

After waiting for ten days and wondering if he would be able to meet the man again, not to mention the few hours that were so painful, Grace is really hard-pressed to be able to trust Trevor that Lord Trevor Montgomery will be his new neighbor.

And certainly, life in Thistleton will never be at all.

When Lord Trevor looked at Grace, the man's forehead wrinkled in confusion at her silence, and Grace hurriedly found her voice.

"Congratulations," Grace forced her voice out quietly.

"Well, thank you, Miss Kenwood." Then Lord Trevor turned to Grace's father.

"Some of the old documes we needed were gone. That's what caused his business to take so long. Rope I think it's done with everything."

"Looking at how old the property is, I'm not surprised" Papa said.

"Grange needs someone like you, Montgomery. With young energy, adequate resources, and time you can allot to work on the project."

"thank you. The house does require a lot of repairs, of course, but I'm really looking forward to the challenge. Your village is beautiful"

"It's very comfortable here, right?" grace's father agreed, the line of laughter on his face seemed to be reflected by the light of the lamp.

"Of all the villages I've guided, this village is the only place we feel more at home. Isn't that right, Grace?"

"Yes, Papa," Grace said flatly as she nodded. But he still could not get rid of his feelings of unreliability. Is this a dream? It doesn't feel real.

"Sekaran, surely you already know, if there's anything you need. We will help you with pleasure. Our place is not so far from yours. Come by anytime."

"And so are you and your daughter, Pastor. In fact, you are part of the reason you are here. I'm going back to London to make some arrangements regarding my move. I wonder if there's anything you two might need from London?"

"Well, you're really considerate, but I think we're fine. Grace?" ask father.

The man's excellent attention and offer sent Grace jolting from her daydream.

"Um, there's no. Thank you." Thank you."