My Notorious Gentleman's

#45

"You bought farmland?"

"Yes" said Trevor flatly, lifting his chin.

"An old, abandoned farm. But I'm sure someday that place will be beautiful again, once I'm done working on it."

"Aha, the new building project" Beau said, looking happy for Trevor.

"To take your mind off... other things, I guess?" Trevor nodded. "I really can't wait to do it" he admitted.

"The two of you should come and see it as soon as you return from France, though I doubt if I can finish it in three months. I really need to put in my best effort. This house is three hundred years old. Really need a serious fix."

"Trevor, this sounds like a perfect fit for you" Beau said. "Near Leicestershire what part?"

"Actually near Lord Lievedon's estate. Thimbleton Village. Um, Thistleton," Error Trevor.

Beau looked at Trevor with a strange, typical assessment of a spy.

"What's wrong?" trevor asked, wondering how much his face had already revealed.

"Is there a special reason you chose that place?" beau asked, almost sounding suspicious.

Trevor shrugged, but of course, all he thought about right now was Grace.

"I just like it. There is still plenty of fertile land there. The view is good too."

"Oh, I see," Beau nodded, and though he seemed to be able to sense that Trevor was not saying it all, he did not insist.

"Well, time seems to have made a lot of changes, right? I thought with Nick in jail it was a big surprise. But now you're moving to the countryside..."

"And you alone, become a married man" Trevor replied.

"He is a fully married man!" Carissa embraced her husband and kissed the viscount's cheek cheerfully.

"Yes, I can see it" Trevor grumbled.

"It's not as bad as his looks, really," said Beau, who received a blow from his wife. Beau grabs his wife's shoulder and pulls Carissa closer, laughing.

"Keep being that way, Beauchamp. Let's see what your fate will be" whispered Carissa in a warning tone.

"His reenactment was more like a challenge," Beau replied with a raucous mutter.

"Oh, I think it's a sign, I better just go" Trevor said wryly. "If you force me to come to dinner with a hot drunk newlywed like you, I have to go home first. See you at Rotherstone."

"Hour eight!" carissa shouted from behind as Trevor had already turned around and headed up the stairs to get out of the house himself.

"Don't be late!"

"I'm never late" replied Trevor. On his way out, he nodded to Beau's old and stiff butler.

Trevor's single residence is located on the third floor of a clean and comfortable brick building on Old Bond Street.

The ground floor is a popular hat shop, but the apartment located on the third floor is quite spacious and safe, and quite adequate for a youngest son.

This place is especially appropriate for a man who often travels abroad. And as a spy, Trevor liked the presence of the store underneath. With visitors who come in turn, help him in disguise.

When he arrived, Trevor left his carriage at the local stables, then climbed the stairs to the door to his room. Trevor opened it and stepped inside. Closing the door behind him, Trevor turned his head around, let out a sigh of relief, and threw his coat to a nearby chair.

As Trevor began to count the number of items he owned, he realized that his items were not as much as he thought. From the beginning he didn't have much stuff. His life as an agent that is always moving, making it very efficient and imprinted in him to carry goods as needed when traveling.

Wandering around the rooms in his apartment, Trevor estimated what items needed to be brought to Grange.

Certainly not furniture, but clothes, books, and especially thick books about architecture, and certainly a diverse collection of weapons.

Had there been an old enemy who wanted to make trouble with him to the point of hunting him to the bottom, Trevor intended to prepare himself.

However, after finishing making estimates about his goods, Trevor was confident that he could tidy up the items he needed to transport for no more than two hours.

Of course, after that he had to attend a dinner party. Trevor wondered what Grace would think of her glamorous friends.

Glancing at the clock, Trevor saw that he still had a few more hours before he had to be in Roherstone, so he went to his carriage storage. He had long rented a dressing room in the stables behind his apartment.

There, Trevor kept the carpentry tools he used while working on his final project. He went into the barn there, and spent some time looking back at the saw, the wrench, and the hammer, as if they were his old friends.

This kind of simple thing was able to calm his heart, although his family was often confused because of this.

Trevor smiled, amused as he remembered how his dissident sisters liked his skill on this one. Even as a child, Trevor was able to fix almost everything, his sister's broken toys, his mother's broken jewelry, his father's hunting rifle, and more.

When I was twelve years old. Trevor left home to study at the Order's school in Scotland, and the longer he stayed away from his family.

Trevor had a time that had nothing to do with his family, and perhaps it was the best course. But Trevor felt more like a stranger when he was among them.

Nick, Beau, and the others have become his real family, but lately, he feels that he has lost them too. Beau because of his marriage, Nick because of his painful betrayal.

Finally, given the time, Trevorn went to the stables and hired the young men there to move the goods in his warehouse to the chariot provided at the stables.

After warning them to be careful with his belongings, Trevor returns upstairs to his apartment to clean up and change clothes.

But as soon as he opened the door, he immediately froze, surprised to find the guest sitting on his couch.

The woman was alone, her face hidden behind a lace veil that fell off the top of her bonnet hat.

The woman pushed her veil back and stood up as Trevor stepped in.

Laura.