My Notorious Gentleman's

#7

Beautiful but stupid.

The three women on Trevor's left tried to get him to play charades as they tried to seduce him.

"If Lord Trevor was an animal, what would he be?" ask them tease.

"Bear, I guess," replied the brunette in a seductive style.

"Thank you very much" Trevor muttered.

"Wolf!"

"No, hunting dogs."

Trevor raised next to his eyebrows, looking bored. Meanwhile, three women in the middle of trying to set an agenda of social activities for Trevor.

He even felt tired just by listening to the arrangement of activities that the women talked to him.

There's no way she'd go to a stupid event like a flower show, let alone an opera. No, he had heard enough of the Italians shouting while he was on a secret errand with Nick in the suburbs of Rome. No, thank you.

But Trevor tried to look excited, he just nodded politely.

The other two seductresses, who were to the right of Trevor, were more outspoken in revealing what was on their minds.

Damn, they signal Trevor through their big eyes, which are usually directed at his more handsome teammates.

But Beau is married, and Nick is imprisoned, so it seems they have to deal with Montgomery who is boring, wise, and reliable.

Trevor looked suspiciously at the two mischievous women, wondering inwardly whether he should raise his vigilance. Carnivore. The one covered his lips while looking at him; the other smiled as if thinking of paralyzing him on the dance floor and stripping him naked.

Indeed, several times in his past, of course, when he was hundreds of kilometers from Laura, he responded with pleasure to this kind of invitation, but this time was not the right time.

They could all go to hell and he wouldn't care at all.

With that new look, Trevor turned his gaze away, his entire body displaying a cold impression. When the clockwork had pointed to the number eleven, he immediately felt fed up with all of this. Tonight. These pleasantries are of no use at all.

It's clear that Laura and the major didn't come tonight.

Actually Trevor was happy to imagine when Laura stepped into this room, the woman would find herself being mobbed by women. But he's been staying here for two hours, and right now he doesn't care.

That woman doesn't deserve to be confused

He's going home.

They didn't let him leave at first. Trevor had to ignore the swipe of their hand aimed at holding him back; the questions meant to delay his departure; and he also had to lie while clenching his teeth by saying of course he would immediately return to dance with all merea.

Trevor continued to step back until he was free and was able to escape from the place.

As he rushed away, Trevor heard the women whispering to each other, saying that he would definitely be forgiven for his rude attitude because he had just suffered a broken heart.

Trevor gritted his teeth and walked towards the marble-floored connecting corridor, where many of the guests were back and forth there. Due to habit, Trevor checked the mirror hanging on the wall and even stopped to find out if anyone was stalking him.

The two women in silk dresses and decorated with diamonds seemed to have no intention of letting Trevor leave.

He growled slowly and willingly walked faster, determined to escape from them. As Trevor walked even faster, the whispers behind him turned giggling, and the two women also walked along quickly.

Do they think this is a joke?

It seemed that these two women had never heard that the depraved Inferno Club was merely a disguise for the Order, that its members were not as bad as they wanted the world to believe. Especially Trevor.

Trevor was happy to imagine himself being considered a boring person. Be accountable. Be reliable. It was indeed that attitude that he had to have because he came from the family of a troubled duke, who was then assigned in the next ten years in a team of three people, he said, together with Beauchamp (the tacky) and Nick fucking Forrester (the asshole)

Someone has to be an adult.

The women who were hunting Trevor must have thought that he was playing games with them. It resisted the urge to turn around and hit them blatantly.

But he can't do that even if he wants to. His impeccable attitude and refined behavior were curses that he had to carry out at this moment. Like an idiot, it even told Laura that she understood the woman's decision and congratulated her happily.

It's totally bullshit.

Trevor still heard the whispers following him, and it was not difficult to guess what they wanted. Maybe I should just obey, he thought amusedly. That way at least he will get satisfaction from the gossip that will be circulated and heard to Laura's ears.

Laura did not love him, but was selfish enough to be jealous. It was one of the subtle ways to avenge the woman's behavior that had humiliated her in public.

Butno. Thinking that he was going to use the naughty women for his personal gain, Trevor grew fed up.

No, he is already reluctant to use sex for ulterior motives.

It was bad enough that he had to do the deed first, in the interest of the British during his time as a spy.

Now he no longer wants to be a sex worker like that.

After all, he's not Nick.