Teasing your wicked heart

for the visit, indicating that the lady must be a refined and esteemed individual. Upon examining a gold watch in his righ

d his headache to soften and become numb. There was a faint rumble i

t invite her to a late breakfast. It's possible that she

e was a widow

but that doesn't re

idows, who saw him secretly in London, to go a

was looking for him. In his bed, wh

out, based on his thoughts. If the woman had the same

gave him a quick glance. His evil smile

glance. He gave up on the horrifying smile and shook his head at his thick coal-black hair, which

ught, what he observed was cause for concern. He a

ad prevented him from hiring a competent estate manager to handle his affairs, and his father had not been a

een anxious to learn, but his days were busy and meaningful. Because of his schedule, Anthony was a determined walker. He wa

n wait for the butler to announce his arrival. He was excited to meet th

d. The woman standing on the couch was not one of the widows or mistresses he kne

not meant for this

her. Her attention shot to his right, and Anthony followed it, seeing a

simultaneously hissing and tumbling in his direction. He reposition

ausing him to exhale in shoc

him, and while her hunched form was being str

ter and her pale outfit, he conclud

the wid

he ground as she murmured, hu

as she was as she spun to face him, the

k flushing crimson as blood filled her

t. He encircled her tightly to support her. She was bea

f hell did the wi

...

lowered herself to a curtsy that was

allowed the young woman t

eat as he gazed at her face. He continued to look at her, tryin

either from exertion or embar

r bun to loosen, causing thick strands of pale hair to fall over her facial outlines. A tiny

d her lips, which had just been m

oving, but ther

hat he was seeing, but all he knew was that this

rtainly no

om the young woman to the elderly

self at the entryway, his heels scraped the floor, and the sound of

atingly. With a clear throat, he said, "the

a low curtsy, letting her long, dark ash blonde ha

the women, but the woman hadn'

e sprang up suddenly, head still bowed, causing her hair t

ing herself, he was starting to worr

wisted her hair into a tight coil with her hands reaching behind her neck.

t the necessity for pins, and no less, in

anyone requested any documentation proving this wo

have bee

her word. Her transparency and harsh hone

sed a tense breath. "And here I

companion, was heard, and then the