My Notorious Gentleman's

#6

Lord Trevor Montgomery was unceasingly gazing towards the entrance of the dance hall, but over time his feelings became increasingly unpleasant. He started to think forcing himself to come to this party was really pointless.

Still no sign of Laura.

You unfaithful woman.

Maybe Laura was hiding from him. Maybe the woman was afraid to show up at the party tonight, because Trevor might be doing something to her new fiance, the woman.

It was as if he could not kill an idiot soldier with his eyes closed.

Well, that woman should be so flattering to herself.

Trevor no longer thinks about Laura Bayne. That's what Laura and everyone in London should know.

Damn, that doesn't mean Trevor's waiting to marry that shallow-minded beautiful woman in recent years. He also did not intentionally build a dream house for them to live together after his duty to serve the country was completed.

But fuck all that. After all, he probably won't be happy with his marriage to that woman Trevor told himself. She doesn't even know Laura. He himself wanted it, for some purpose, so that the woman would not be too close to him.

But still, being dumped, even by mistake, was more embarrassing than he could bear. So even though Trevor really wanted to be at the sink tonight, he had no choice.

His remaining pride requires Trevor to show the world that he does not care at all that his future plans have been ruined.

All the nobles knew that his fiancee thought Trevor was dead by the time he went to war. In his own mind, Trevor felt that he had been dumped.

Laura should have been waiting for confirmation that Trevor was really dead. Laura is not waiting. The woman immediately forgot about Trevor and continued her life.

But on the other hand, Trevor felt that he should not blame Laura. But he became so emotional to think in the end, after serving the country for many years, just when victory was in sight, his long-buried hope was just out of his grasp.

He felt himself to be a laughingstock. Not that he laughed.

All he knew was that he didn't want anyone to think of himself as worthy of pity. And it was with that determination that he wrapped up his night suit, put on a smile that he hoped was not too cynical, and showed the world that he was fine.

One dead grows a thousand.

What Trevor really wanted right now was to be left alone, but because of this terrible fame he lived through it made it a mustshil, so he behaved like an English gentleman and showed his presence.

Trevor came here tonight more to show Laura that he had forgotten her as easily as Laura had forgotten him.

In fact, there were so many women now surrounding Trevor that he seemed unable to resist pleasing him and treating his wounds.

But at the moment Trevor is kind of panning them all. Nothing in particular. They were like demonic droplets, which had a rotten nature in every one of them.

Trevor smiled at the bloodsucking women, uninterested, keeping his distance, half listening to their stupid chatter and wondering inwardly which of them seemed to be great in bed.