All the Things You Never Knew - By Angealica Hewley Page 0,16
just that she’s rather, well, shock.
She thought she would be immune to all the talks of Leon, but this one threw her off, especially because he had returned and she did not recognize him.
He didn’t even bother to confront her either.
Why really should she care? She shouldn’t anymore.
Ten years. Lord, ten years had passed.
She thought he’ll never come back, yet now out of the blue he appears.
Rose wondered what his intention in returning to London was.
Could it be to win her back or possibly to stop her wedding?
The thought seems absurd.
Leon doesn’t care about her. He didn’t even listen to her, nor stay when she begged him to. He always goes his own way.
If he wants to do something, he does it. No one can stop him.
If he wants to go somewhere, he goes.
If he wants to stay, he stays.
If he wants to leave, he leaves.
He doesn’t give a damn.
If he wants to ruin her wedding, then of course he would, though Rose highly doubted that would happen.
Leon doesn’t care for her anymore. If he did, he wouldn’t have done what he did years ago. It pains her like a drilling knife to think back about it. It’s better to just let it go. What’s done has been done. There’s nothing else to say or change.
But then two little words lingered at the back of her mind.
What and if.
What if Leon does care enough to return for her? What then? And what if–No!
No, this isn’t happening to her. She had made up her mind
already.
Whatever Leon’s intention was to be in London, she doesn’t care.
She’s about to get marry to one of the best catch of London. Marcus Lewis Dent, the Marquess of Lansing.
Yes. She was going to marry him.
He had promised her love and happiness. Everything Leon had
lacked to do.
If she was to marry, it would be to a man that loves and care for
her. Not one that she cares and shares a one-sided love with. That
made Lord Lansing the most perfect candidate. He will be there to
watch out for her and provide her with all the necessities she needs.
That should truly be enough to make her feel...content.
Content?
Oh, pish-posh! She loves Marcus. He makes her happy. She’ll be
happy with him.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
Why did Susannah have to tell her? Doesn’t she know what it
does to her when she speaks of Leon?
Rose closed her eyes and pulled the blanket over her head,
praying that sleep would devour her soon and that everything would
be forgotten in the morning.
Hargate Inn
The next morning was quite a pain for Leon and his friends. After leaving Lady Chatsworth’s ball and discussing the news Hargate had discovered, they went gaming at Old George’s Tavern and got themselves foxed to the max.
Hargate almost turned over the rig as they were driving back and Longsword vomited all over the horses as he tries to ride it back into the stable. Leon was dazed out of his mind that he didn’t even know what was happening. He didn’t even know when he had gone to bed.
As he woke up, he saw that he was sprawled out on the bed with Longsword by the post and Hargate sitting in a chair rubbing his head.
“I feel like somebody dropped a stone on my head,” groaned the duke as he turned to Leon. “Good morning.”
Leon rubbed the side of his head and muttered the same.
“Hell, what time is it?” came the earl as he rolled down from the bed to sprawl across the floor. “I need to piss.”
Hargate chuckled and sighed. “This has got to be the worst hangover I’ve ever gotten.”
“I don’t remember a time I’ve drank this much,” Leon said, sitting up on the bed.
“How many pounds did we lose at Old George’s place?” asked Longsword. “I don’t remember a thing.”
“More than we could remember,” Hargate joked.
“I know I won that last game,” Longsword said, getting up from the floor to stretch.
“I don’t remember a thing,” Leon groaned, getting up and walking over to the wash basin to dump some water over his face.
“I’m hungry,” Hargate said. “I’ll ring in some breakfast for us.”
“I’m famished,” Longsword replied, patting his stomach. “I think I vomited everything out of me yesterday.”
“Tim would be so angry to have to clean your waste off the horses that you threw up on last night,” Hargate said.
“You almost killed us, Hargate,” Leon said, as he recall a little of the event last night. “The rig would have fallen over if the wheel hadn’t been caught on that stone.”