My Notorious Gentleman's
#52
After coming out of the row of trees in the orchard, Grace reached the expanse of grass and immediately saw two figures beside the rushing stream.
The one shadow was tall and muscular and the one from earlier made a sound.
The small figure was Denny, looking frightened.
Denny Nelcott was never scared.
"You have no interest in sneaking here! You see what's going on? You could've killed him, you little bitch! I'd better never see you or your brother again on this land. You pahan?"
"Yes, sir."
Whatever had happened here, the twins did not appear to have any serious injuries.
On the contrary, Lord Trevor appeared to be drenched and harmless, and a little pathetic, intentional, of course.
Lord Trevor Montgomery is not a man of such criteria.
When Grace walked quickly to the two, who were still not aware because both the big and the small were upset, he was not sure how he felt when he heard the man's strict nagging to the bad boy.
Grace herself, because she was so panicked that something had happened to the child, instinctively wanted to embrace and embrace her because she was relieved. Trevor clearly did not feel the same way.
As Grace approached, she could see that the man was truly enraged. That shit ain't pretending.
Something obviously happened, the twins must have done some mischief. But still; trevor's screams to these orphans ignite Grace's instinct to protect and instantly irritate her .
But as Grace approached, one more feeling mingled in her agitated heart as she felt a bang of passion upon seeing the man.
Trevor was completely drenched, the light of the morning sun made his skin appear glittering, his black hair stuck to his head.
Trevor's shirt stuck to each curve of his muscles, forming distinctly masculine curves in his thighs and buttocks.
His white shirt hung open on the chest, almost appearing transparent.
Grace tried to swallow with difficulty, upset herself for imagining herself helping the man change his wet clothes...
Grace's heart was pounding, and it had absolutely nothing to do with running earlier. He gritted his teeth, fought against the temptation, trying to ignore the desire that ran him.
The guy's still nagging Denny Nelcott. "If I see you again on my land..."
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Trevor turned his head, his scolding suddenly stopped.
Oh, perfect. This is what he needs now. An enraged Sunday school teacher was walking towards Trevor, with his facial expression resembling a mother bear ready to attack the hunter who had accidentally disturbed his son.
After all, Trevor could not ignore how sweet the woman was in the dress of the house.
His gaze immediately probed the woman's body, warmth coursing from within despite the current wet and cold clothes.
Grace's face seemed to be blushing, her blue eyes gleaming with anger. The neck of her V-shaped robe split down near her chest, and this outfit was more skimpy compared to the polite dress she wore at the Lievedon family party.
Really, Grace looked absolutely stunning, her long hair draped over her shoulders, sparkling in the morning sunlight and waving in the wind as Grace walked towards Trevor while glaring at him.
Meanwhile, his little prisoner, realizing that Trevor's concentration was distracted, breaks away from his grip and runs towards the beautiful savior.
Trevor. The boy ran as fast as he could, and his wet boots squeaked.
The soaked little bagundal ran to Grace's back, joining her twin.
"What's going on here?" charge Grace with a firm and sharp voice.
"Why don't you just ask them?" trevor replies, only to realize too late that his answer actually makes him sound like a third boy rather than a grown man.
Grace raised her eyebrows towards Trevor, then turned to look at the children who were huddling behind her.
The boys hide from Trevor and plan to make Grace sympathize with them.
And the plans of those little monsters turned out to work.
"Denny, are you okay?"
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