My Notorious Gentleman's

#46

"What are you doing here?" sue Trevor.

"I have to see you." The woman stepped closer towards him.

"Does your fiancee know you're here?"

"Of course not. I need to talk to you. Just two."

"Well," said Trevor, walking past Laura,

"I'm busy."

"Oh, Trevor," said Laura riled, as Trevor turned his back on her.

"Your timing's really not right, you know."

"So it's my fault you've ruined our plan?"

"I thought you were dead! What do you want me to do?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe a little grieving?" trevor's advice. He could feel his mood deteriorating.

"Why don't you just leave before this conversation really gets unpleasant? It's no use now. Go." Trevor nodded towards the door, then Laura began to show the look of her pleading eyes to him.

"I know you're angry, and you deserve that, Trevor. But you should know that Akyu never intended to hurt you." Laura walked over while Trevor stood there in a state of anger.

"What do you want, Laura?" ask Trevor tired.

"I know you still care about me, otherwise you wouldn't be this angry. Or at least you still have a passion for me."

"Who isn't?" trevor grumbled, taking a glimpse of Laura's flawless body. Nailing Trevor with a seductive gaze that had entangled many men, Laura walked up to him.

"It may not be too late for the two of us." Surprised, Trevor looked at the woman in annoyance.

"If you still want to be together" whispered Laura, "we can make it happen. I'll cut off my relationship with Hector if you ask me to."

Trevor looked at Laura with an unanswered look of keget, but when the woman reached out, Trevor took his arm away from Laura and shook his head.

"Yes. And when he challenges me, we will kill each other in a duel, will I be able to live with all that? But if I think again, it looks like you can. What else could raise your pride than two suitors killing each other to get you? At least that answers one question. You don't love******** sadder than you feel to me."

"How do you know what I'm feeling?" reply laura, her gray eyes narrowed sharply.

"You never ask. You never want to know" he accused.

"You don't even bother to know me as myself. All you care about is how my existence can raise your reputation."

"Oh, just now you want to talk about this? Heart-to-heart chatter, honey? Alright. All you cared about, Laura, was your own pleasure. Our agreement is fit for your purposes, so do not complain of my absence. I know what you've been doing all this time."

"And what is it?" laura's screams, her porcelain-white skin flashing with rage.

"You can do anything you want as long as I'm gone!" Trevor almost yelled. "Wooing and fooling around with a lot of guys you can fool. And if any one of them gets too close, you just need to warn them that I will finish them off if they dare to mess with you. You have both the freedom to comfort yourself with multiple lovers and the protection of your future husband if any of your lovers start threatening you."

"The husband-to-be who was never in place, My Lord. What's the point of you while you're across the ocean, while I need you in my bed?"

Trevor raised an ice-cold gaze at Laura, a little surprised by her straightforwardness, but she refused to be eaten by the lady's bait. Laura was just trying to shake him.

"Get out."

"Ah, what's wrong? Are only men allowed to acknowledge their passion? You've always been a hypocrite. A man of true respect!" tease Laura.

Trevor folded his arms in front of his chest and smiled patiently watching Laura try her best to lure Trevor, reminiscent of the times when the woman begged Trevor to make love to her.

"No, it's not that."

"Then what?" demand Laura. The woman could never understand why Trevor had rejected her, and it was definitely not the respectability that stopped Trevor. He only acts on his instinct.

Although Laura is an exciting woman and a memeasona, Trevor refuses to let her drag him into marriage before he feels ready, and getting married is a plan they have agreed on together.

Trevor no longer understands himself, why he did not make a firm decision about his relationship with Laura long ago.

Perhaps it was because of a mistake in their matchmaking, which felt so wrong in his heart, that it was unacceptable in his head.

Everyone wants Laura. The woman already belonged to Trevor without any need to put in much effort. All it takes is to find the ring and and set the date.

But Trevor doesn't love Laura. He could not love that woman. Finally, everything is now light, now that his thoughts are no longer focused on his work as an agent of the Order.

Although Laura was very beautiful, yet the woman was completely inappropriate for her. He can see that now and maybe he should thank God because Nick had 'destroyed' his plans to get married.

Laura glared at Trevor as if she could read his mind by looking at his face. The woman shook her head in disgust.

"Oh my God, I knew from the beginning that I should have chosen Beauchamp."

Unless Beau's seen who you really are from the beginning. He told me that you would make me suffer. If only I had listened to him at that time.

But Trevor refrained from making that hurtful remark. He just shakes.

"Go, Laura. Go to your army. He'll make you countess. You know I'll never be able to make that happen. Now, if you don't mind, I'm you're changing for dinner tonight. I'm waiting at Rotherstone. That's where the door is." Trevor pointed towards the door.

"You can get out on your own."

Laura looked at Trevor with a look of disbelief and finally beat her foot towards the door while holding her small bag with her gloved hands.

"Think about my offer, Trevor. Together, we can conquer the upper classes."

"We both know you can do it without me."

Laura grabbed the doorknob, "You're gonna change your mind. You're angry now. I get that. But don't be long. The more days Hector became more and more passionate about me. I'll marry her if I have to, but you're the one I want."

"Funny, it looks like the Beauchamp you wanted was like last time."

Laura's eyes flashed in frustration as she began to open the door, but then, as if she could not control herself, she stopped.

"Who is that tall, thin, and hillbilly woman who danced with you at the Feast of Lievedon?"

Trevor raised his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, I don't remember someone with such traits."

"I heard you looked pretty fascinated to him when you were dancing before I got there. Some say they even see you laughing" Laura said, mocking.

"really?"

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Trevor. I'm sure you're just trying to be nice. You've always been the kindest man to do good, taking sad women, lonely wallflowers to dance with you."

Laura's cruel words to Grace evoke Trevor's self-abuse. He warned the woman with his eyes.

"He wasn't a wallflower, and I wasn't doing any charity work at the time."