All the Things You Never Knew - By Angealica Hewley Page 0,49
morrow,” Longsword added with a nod.
“Damn, Hargate needs to be here,” Leon went on, changing the subject.
“Totally,” Longsword laughed. “He probably missed the best action of his life.”
“Well, we must send words to him wherever he is,” said Leon. “I plan to move on after dealing with Rose. It doesn’t matter to me of what she thinks or what she would say. I’ve been wasting too much time.”
“I would go out to the House of Lords on the morrow while you deal with your affair and seek out where he is.”
“Good.”
Leon turned his thoughts back to Rose and wondered again about the things she had told him. She must have either been deceived by that marquess or worse of all; she had tricked Leon into being a dumbwitted fool.
Dawson House
“What happened to his lordship?” Rose asked, when her friend Susannah visited to tell her of the distressful news that sounds much too merry.
“He got beaten almost to his grave,” Susannah replied, flapping her fan happily. “I heard he was swirl in a pool of blood.”
“Really?” Rose suspect she was to feel all worried and woeful but somewhat, she was indifferent to the situation.
“Yes, really,” Susannah answered.
“And why was he beaten do you know?” Rose inquired, turning to look at her friend. “And where?”
“At a brothel,” she said. “The reason is unclear. But see, I told you he’s unfaithful.”
“Oh.” He probably deserves it then, Rose thought to herself. Susannah was pleased.
“You’re not mad, are you?” Susannah asked wearily. “I don’t mean to–”
“I’m totally fine,” Rose answered, lying back on the couch where they sat. “Now tell me, do you know who beat him up?”
“Not certain,” she said, setting her fan down on the table between them. “Some say it was an earl, other says a common bastard of a chap.”
“They’re probably fighting over a whore, I suppose,” Rose said bluntly. “Foolish men.”
“Could be,” Susannah agreed. Then eyeing Rose suspiciously asked, “Are you feeling well? You’re so much more agreeable now.”
Rose arched an eyebrow and laughed. “I’m just saying. I’m perfectly fine.”
“Eh? Are you falling out of love with him now then?” Susannah asked, her voice full of hopes.
“That’s the reason I asked you to write the apologetic letters after all,” Rose said gleefully.
‘Well…” Susannah could hardly speak. “I…That’s wonderful!”
“I thought so.”
“Mr. Heartily’s back into your heart?”
Rose couldn’t suppress the smile and let it slip.
“Oh, Rosy!” Susannah threw her arms around Rose and kissed her cheeks. “I knew you’ll come to your senses. Did he tell you what happened? Did he?”
“No,” Rose shook her head disappointingly. “He was going to try but never finish so I’m planning out how to make him.”
“Oh, Rosy, you can do it!” Susannah exclaimed, jumping up and down. “He loves you very much. Just know that.”
Rose still couldn’t yet accept those words, but she nodded.
Things should be well again in time.
Night time slowly fall as Leon trotted his way to Dawson House. He’s going to do exactly as he had planned whether Rose accepts or not. He’s not going to tell her of his encounter with the marquess from the day before but will warn her. She deserves better. Even if she had given her chastity to that Lansing, he will still tell her to give up on that ass. He doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t deserve Rose either, so he might as well leave her for another that does.
The time for him to be in London is running out so fast. Rose’s wedding is hasting up. Tonight is the night he gets everything done and move on. It has got to be. He can’t stay around no more. There is much to avenge for.
Mother…Father… He’s got a lot to accomplish for them. He had promised to take care of his siblings, see to their needs, rebuild their family estate, and most importantly…
Leon’s thought vanished as his eyes caught sight of the most enticing angel of his life.
Rose.
She was propped up on the window on her elbows in her night shift, her hands cupping her cheeks and eyes closed as if she’s listening to the music of the wind. A faint smile on her lips.
As Leon crept closer, he realized that she was humming a tune. One so familiar but he couldn’t recall.
God, she was like a Siren luring him to the pit of death with her sweet melody. Her dark silky hair was swaying with the light breeze. Its aroma surrounded him and drew him closer and closer until he’s right beneath her window.