.jpeg)
PHYSIENTS WILL ALWAYS OFFER BEST STORIES AND LIVE STREAMING ALL TIME
ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 46
“Y-you would have let me die,” whispered Eve. The people in this mansion were crazy; of course, they would be! They were a bunch of vampires whose minds must have turned rusted over the years that had passed.
Now that Mr. Morris was out of her list of suspects, Eve wondered if she should consider applying for a job somewhere else. But at the same time, she loved teaching and spending time with Allie, and she knew if she were to leave, Lady Annalise would hire someone who might not understand the young girl.
“Don’t look so shocked, Miss Barlow. It wasn’t wrong when you said that there were barely decent men left,” Vincent reused her earlier words.
“I take back my words,” replied Eve.
Vincent raised one of his eyebrows, “So soon? I knew we would one day come to a mutual agreement.”
Wanting to bring this man down from his high horse, Eve responded to him, “Actually, I remembered there are a few men who are more than decent. Like my coachman. And another man, who is a Duke. He is a perfect gentleman.”
Vincent laughed at her words, “Milady, you must be disillusioned to think a man can be perfect. Perfection exists only in the imaginary world. Perhaps you must be reading a lot of stories during your bedtime.” Saying it he started to walk from there, as if he had nothing more to talk to her about, and he had won the little banter that was going between them.
Not liking what he said, Eve quickly caught up to him and said, “I do not read bedtime stories, Mr. Moriarty.”
“You don’t have to be offended by it, Miss Barlow,” Vincent offered her a smile as he continued to walk, and he noticed how the governess matched his pace by coming to walk next to him. He gave her a side look. It seemed like the human had quite some trouble in following how to address him.
“The Duke I am talking about is respectful, kind and a gentleman. He is helpful to people, speaks excellently while holding people above and I doubt he could ever do something to offend someone—”
“So you were offended by my words,” Vincent remarked and Eve looked away before rolling her eyes while also trying to keep her cool.
She turned to look at him, where they both stopped walking, and she said, “It was one of the Duke’s many qualities, mister—Master Vincent.” She corrected when he gave her a look and continued, “He exists out of a book. Not to mention, he doesn’t have the habit of looking at women with crude eyes like some men do. If you meet him, you would be surprised that chivalry still exists in a few of them.”
“Thank you for restoring my faith in good men’s existence,” Vincent sarcastically praised her. “Being a man myself, I find it hard to believe that there are men who hasn’t looked at women with indecent eyes.”
Eve was about to retort, but she decided to bite her tongue. He was her employer, and there were lines one shouldn’t cross through. Even if the reason was to have a fair fight, she couldn’t. They belonged to two different classes of society. She was aware that even though Senior Mr. Morairty was a Viscount, the family belonged to the higher side of the society, which the Earl or his family could not match.
“I think I shall keep my views to—”
Vincent’s hand shot to Eve’s neck, and she softly gasped as she hadn’t seen it coming. Fear came to form in her eyes as his long fingers curled around her slender neck like a snake ensnaring its prey.
Eve’s mind quickly raced through the words that she had spoken, wondering if she had indeed been out of line, speaking as if they were equals, and he had finally decided to punish her. Her lips parted, softly trembling when he moved closer while she stood there frozen.
It was said that the chances of humans escaping from a vampire’s claws was low because of the strength and quickness that the night creatures held. They could easily snap the human’s neck like a twig broken into halves.
“Wet cloth,” Eve heard the words Vincent said, that came in a whisper.
Eve watched Vincent step away from her, his fingers uncurling and his hand dropping back to his side.
“Morris seems to have squeezed your neck quite hard. The marks aren’t visible yet, but they will be tomorrow,” stated Vincent, while leaving Eve petrified over the sudden closeness and touching her neck. “Do you have high collared dresses, Miss Barlow?” His question was serious.
Eve shook her head, “No.” Her hand reached to place it on her neck while she was ready to dash out from there.
“I would advise you to cover your neck. Until the marks disappear,” said Vincent, his head tilting to the side. “We wouldn’t want my little sister distracted by what happened, do we?”
“I will have it covered… Master Vincent,” replied Eve, and Vincent looked pleased by her response.
“Good. I believe you are needed in the piano room now?” He questioned her while staring right into her eyes.
Eve offered him a slight bow and quickly walked past him without turning back to look at him. She couldn’t wait to get out of the mansion today and take her break until Monday morning so that she wouldn’t have to see anyone here.
Vincent watched the human who was walking in haste and disappeared around the end of the corridor. He turned around, when he heard his butler speak to him,
“Master Vincent, your father has summoned you to the family room,” Alfie bowed his head.𝑓𝐫𝑒e𝒘𝚎𝘣𝚗𝘰𝘷𝐞𝑙.co𝑚
“Is it about Morris? What did the rat talk about?” Questioned Vincent, starting to walk where his father was.
“Nothing much, Sire. I told Gorron to put him in his carriage,” replied the butler, while following Vincent.
When they reached the family room, Vincent entered inside and noticed his father, Eduard Moriarty standing in front of the fireplace. In the room was Lady Annalise, who sat on the couch with a satisfied look on her face, and Vincent smiled back at the woman.
On hearing the footsteps in the room, Eduard turned to look at his son.
“Alfie said that you wanted to see me?” Asked Vincent, and his father nodded.
“That is right, Vincent. Why don’t you take a seat?” Said Eduard Moriarty, whose face held a serious expression.
“Seems like the matter is a grave one,” said Vincent taking a seat. He crossed his legs one over the other and placing his hand on the chair’s armrests.
Eduard Moriarty said, “Your mother has brought a marriage proposal. It is the Marques’s daughter from the East. The girl has had a sound education and she’s well versed with many languages. She is beautiful and will be an excellent wife. Annalise has even got the girl’s painting and placed it on the table.”
Vincent raised his eyebrows, an amazed look dawning on his face. His eyes met Lady Annalise’s eyes, and he said,
“I didn’t know you were broadminded, mother. Letting father have a second wife, I must say I am impressed.”
— — — ---------------
ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 47
Lady Annalise’s face turned red in anger. She looked as if she was going to burst out any second, and she did while gritting her teeth,
“How dare you disrespect me when I am right here?!”
The smile on Vincent’s lips lowered, and he frowned, “My apologies, mother, did I get it wrong?”
“The proposal is for you, Vincent. Why would Annalise bring another woman for me when she’s my wife to fulfil the role?” Eduard Moriarty’s words were stern, and he scowled at his son.
Vincent shrugged, “People have the habit of doing strange things, how would I know?” He politely asked his father and added, “Also, I don’t remember asking mother to find me a bride.”
Annalise tightly pursed her lips, glaring at her stepson. Trying to refrain herself from being ruffled by his words, she explained,
“You have reached the age where it is time that you find a wife and get married. As one of the old vampire families and our tradition, it is the parents who find brides or grooms for their children,” the woman’s thin eyebrows slightly rose as she continued to speak, while Vincent stared at her, “The Hooke family is as old as our family, and Marques Hooke being who holds such high position, it will be a right match. He has only one daughter, and last summer I had the opportunity to meet her. She’s a well behaved girl, and would suit your tastes as well as ours.”
A sigh escaped from Vincent’s lips, and he said,
“What a waste of breath. Tell me mother, as I am curious. What do you think is my taste?”
“Well behaved, respects and knows the values of the Moriarty family, and is of our status. With excellent manners,” Lady Annalise replied without breaking eye contact with him.f𝒓𝑒e𝙬𝒆𝚋𝘯૦𝘷𝐞𝑙.c𝑜𝐦
“And you think that is what I am looking for in my woman?” Vincent looked amused.
“That is what we need, than you bring some dirt like that governess,” Lady Annalise’s eyes flared. “You picked up a governess of low status for Allie, who knows what you will pick next time. It is only right that we help you with it.”
“Thank you, but no thank you,” came the swift words from Vincent, and he turned to look at his father. “When the time is right, I will find the woman I want. And I am sure, mother, that you do not know what I want from my woman.”
“Alright, Vincent,” Eduard Moriarty nodded without forcing his son on it.
It was because it wasn’t Eduard Moriarty who had tried to find a bride for Vincent, but his wife Annalise urged him to call Vincent and speak on the matter.
“No, it isn’t okay!” responded Lady Annalise, and she stood up from the plush couch and walked to where her husband stood.
Lady Annalise had finally found a solution to solve all the problems that Vincent caused. To have him marry, send him far away from her, and avoid all the unnecessary headaches he had been giving her.
She said, “Eduard I have already given my word to Mrs. Hooke that Vincent would take their daughter Rossetta out tomorrow. What would they or anyone think if word was to get out that we weren’t people who kept our word?”
“Maybe it will be a good lesson for you, mother. Next time you will remember to check with the person before promising something,” Vincent calmly replied, who continued to sit in his seat with a relaxed expression on his face.
“I am your mother! I have the right to participate in family matters like this,” it wasn’t Lady Annalise’s fault that Vincent had never accepted her as his mother and continued to be difficult with her.
“Good, then I hope you don’t mind delivering a letter on how I am busy and can’t take the girl out,” Vincent said with a smiling face, and Lady Annalise turned to look at her husband for help.
“Vincent,” Eduard Moriarty started, with a look of sternness. “You might not like it, but Annalise is your mother, and she has your best interests in her heart. Clear your day tomorrow and take Miss Hooke out with you.”
Eduard Moriarty loved all his children dearly and equally. Though his first two born children were spoiled with any and everything, he expected them to show respect to him and also to their stepmother.
Vincent loved his father and if there was someone whom he respected it was his father. After his biological mother’s death, the family he once knew turned even smaller, and the new addition hadn’t made much difference until recently. He respected the old man, and Annalise knew it, who took advantage of it when she could… his eyes fell on Lady Annalise.
It wasn’t as if he wasn’t unaware of Annalise’s hidden agenda of pushing him towards marriage. But he had his way of handling such things that would stop the woman from trying something like this again.
“If that is what you want, father,” Vincent bowed, and one corner of his lips pulled up. Eduard Moriarty looked pleased by his son’s words, and so did Lady Annalise.
Eduard Moriarty placed his hand on Vincent’s back and said, “I knew you would never disappoint me.”
Lady Annalise subtly rolled her eyes because her husband was blind not to see the number of times Vincent had gone against his words. Her husband then turned to look at her and said,
“Anna, I hope that next time something like this won’t happen. Before you give your word, you will discuss beforehand, or I won’t be able to persuade Vincent,” Eduard had the same stern look in his eyes, and Lady Annalise quickly nodded in agreement.
“I will be sure to do that next time,” Lady Annalise smiled like a good wife.
Eduard Moriarty looked at both his son and his wife, as he knew the surfacing friction between these two but not the depth of it.
Lady Annalise then turned to look at her husband and said, “I have the details of where Miss Hooke is staying and you can pick her up from there.” She turned to look at Vincent and said, “I will hand the details to Alfie and hand it to you.”
“How kind of you, mother. What would I do without you?” Came the sickeningly sweet words from Vincent, which made it evident that the words didn’t come from his heart.
“I am getting late to leave to attend the evening soiree in Mrs. Reid’s mansion,” Lady Annalise leaned towards her husband, kissing his cheek before leaving the room.
With the father and son left alone in the room, Vincent informed his father, “I found the man who tried to cause trouble.”
Senior Mr. Moriarty turned to Vincent, his lips turning into a frown. He asked, “Where is he?”
“In the grave,” came the prompt reply and Eduard Moriarty nodded.
“It is good that you took care of it. You did well,” Eduard Moriarty remembered and inquired, “What happened to Mr. Morris?”
Vincent tilted his head, “He tried to do something and I had to set him straight. I think it would be advisable for him to get a lot of rest.”
______________
ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 48
“I will be seeing you Monday morning, Miss Allie. You did very well this entire week and we shall continue from where we stopped,” said Eve, picking up the books and walking to the rack. She pushed the book back into its previous place and turned to look at the young girl who sat in front of the piano, softly playing the keys. “Okay?”
Little Allie gave a short nod even though she didn’t lift her head, and Eve smiled.
“That’s good,” Eve was glad that Allie was responding to her, even if it meant just by little actions. It was much better than the girl ignoring her like when they had first met each other. “Have you decided on how you will be spending your time tomorrow? I hope not with the books,” she softly laughed.
As much as Eve was Allie’s governess, she barely saw the girl do anything apart from trying to study. She wondered if Allie had girls of her age to play with because one’s childhood was important, and once a child’s innocence was lost, it was hard to get it back…
Allie nodded and pointed at her dress.
“Are you going to meet the seamstress?” Asked Eve while she continued to pack her things. Allie shook her head, “Of course, the seamstress is coming here with the dresses and other materials. It must be for the ball. I heard about it from your sister Lady Marceline.”
Allie’s eyes quickly brightened as if she enjoyed balls, and nodded. The little girl then silently pointed her hand at Eve, “What am I going to do tomorrow?” The little girl nodded once again. “I have plans to have lunch at a popular inn. Lily’s inn. Yes, that’s the one. I heard they have delicious food there. Especially the cake, they are the fluffiest. If you like, I will tell you all about the food when I come back on Monday.”
Though she knew the new Duke would take them to a much expensive place, Eve didn’t want to burden and take advantage of the situation. After all, it wasn’t just her but even Aunt Aubrey and Eugene had been invited.
The small girl nodded, watching Eve offer her a kind smile before stepping out of the room with her things in her hand. Once the door closed, it left Allie all alone by herself, and she sat there for a few minutes before dashing out of the room.
Allie’s little feet quickly moved on the clean marble floor, and just around the corner, she ran into her sister Marceline.
“My, what’s gotten you to be in such a hurry?” Questioned Marceline, looking at her little step-sister bowing at her. “If your mother were to find you running in the corridor, she wouldn’t be pleased about it.”
A sudden worry and fear appeared in Allie’s eyes.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell her,” Marceline offered a sweet smile to Allie, but the little girl felt the trickle of fear crawl down her spine. “Did you finish your class with the governess?”
.jpeg)
Allie held the sides of her dress and nodded in response.
“Don’t be too fond of her. You know what happens when you get close to them,” Marceline softly chuckled under her breath and then said, “Go on.”
Allie watched her sister and then the corridor passage before quickly walking through, this time avoiding running and possibly being harshly scolded by her mother. She looked all around the mansion and walked to the quieter side of the mansion. After fifteen minutes, the girl finally found the person she had been looking for, but she didn’t dare to disturb him.
“What are you doing standing near the wall?” Questioned Vincent, who had been standing in front of a portrait.
He turned and saw Allie move away from the wall. She bowed and whispered, “Sorry.”
“What do you want?” Vincent watched Allie as she carefully took a couple of steps towards him, filled with wariness. He pulled out his pocket watch, taking a look before flipping it back in his pocket.
“Brother Vince…” came the little girl’s words, which sounded like a soft wind chime. She paused before continuing with her eyebrows slightly knitted, “Can you get me something?”
Vincent stared at his little sister. He said, “Tell Alfie. He will have a servant to get it.”
He started to walk away from there and felt something tug on the back of his shirt. It was Allie who had quickly followed to stop him, holding him with just the pinch of her fingers. Vincent turned with his eyes narrowed at her, and Allie gulped before letting go of his shirt.
“Lily’s Inn. Cake,” Allie looked up at Vincent with her big eyes, a hopeful expression on her face. “Please.”
“Did the cook here stop preparing cakes? I don’t think I have heard of any place like that before,” Vincent’s lips twisted.
“Mother will know… Will you get me the cake from there, brother Vince?”
If Allie wasn’t polite and had turned out to be like Marceline, he would have thrown the little girl out of the window to get the cake herself.
“Right now I am busy. If I pass by the place, I will get one for you,” replied Vincent, and Allie quickly raised her hand with four fingers up. “What a greedy little thing.”
Vincent’s words alone turned the little girl happy, and she wrapped her small thin hands around his legs. She whispered, “Thank you, brother Vince!”
“Now, what did we speak about no touchy feely?” Allie quickly let go of his legs and stepped back before craning her neck to look up at him. “Are you doing okay with your new governess?”
“Mm.”
“Good.”
Allie bowed one more time and ran away from there. Vincent turned to look in the direction where he had been standing earlier until his little sister had arrived. Sparing two more seconds, he slipped his hands into his pocket and walked away from the place.
— — — _____________
ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 49
Music Recommendation: La Familia Vega- John Paesano
—
The ride back in the local carriage was peaceful as for once Eve was the only passenger travelling in it. She let her head rest on the side of the carriage’s window, watching a few carriages pass along with the people and many trees.
The fatigue she felt from yesterday continued to linger in her body, especially after she had encountered Mr. Morris face to face. A soft sigh escaped from her lips and she closed her eyes. Slowly her body relaxed, and her mind lulled to sleep while she sat in the carriage.
‘Eve, what are you doing in the backyard?’ She heard her mother’s voice from the house.
‘I am building a castle, Mama. Come see!’ Came little Eve’s reply from the backyard of their house.
Her mother stepped outside the house from the back door, and her eyes fell on little Eve. The little girl’s hands were covered in wet and dry mud on her skin. Due to the previous night’s rain, it had left the ground muddy. The little girl had pulled the front of her dress till her knees to avoid it from getting dirty. But she had forgotten to take care of the back of her dress, where its hem touched the muddy ground.
‘Oh my goodness, looks like we’ll need to get you to bath after this,’ Rebecca stated in a worried tone. Her eyes fell on a squared-shaped structure of mud, on top of which was a smaller square. ‘Is this your castle, my dear?’
Eve nodded, ‘You and I shall live in this castle, mama.’
‘How wonderful. I cannot wait to live in this castle,’ answered Rebecca, and she stretched her hand to Eve to hold. ‘Come on, time to clean you up.’
Little Eve placed her muddy hands in her mother’s hand before getting up. When she was picked up in her mother’s arms, the little girl said, ‘Mama. We shall have horses and then sheep. Cows and cats. Dogs and… what do you want?’
‘I just want you and don’t want anything more than that,’ replied her mother, and Eve circled her arms around her mother’s neck with a smile. ‘But we might not be able to stay together forever,’ whispered the woman. This had the little girl pull away from the crook of her mother’s neck.
‘But I want us to be together. Forever and ever,’ little Eve stared into her mother’s eyes. ‘Will you leave me, mama…?’
Rebecca smiled fondly at her daughter’s attachment to her and patted her back. She said,
‘I would never leave you, not purposely. But one day, your prince will come to take you to live with him. Someone who will love you dearly, just like your papa loved me or more than that.’
The little girl had a confused look, and she said, ‘I have you.’
Her mother laughed, kissing her daughter’s forehead, ‘You will always have me. One day, there will be a person who will love you and make sure you are always happy. And protect you from the monsters that we hide from.’
The monsters weren’t just the creatures who were different, but also the ones they knew and were familiar with. Ones who caused harm.
‘I only want you,’ the little girl repeated, wrapping her arms around her mother’s neck again and hugging her tightly.
Back in the carriage, Eve opened her eyes that she had earlier closed. The memories triggered an ache in her chest, and it brought tears to her eyes, and she tried hard not to cry. She had made a habit to not cry, as she couldn’t afford to be seen crying.
Once the local carriage arrived at the town of Meadow, the coachman got down and opened the carriage door for Eve to get down.
“Thank you for the ride, Mr. Ferriwell.”
“Anytime, Miss Barlow,” the coachman replied, raising his hat. “Have a lovely day.”
“You too,” responded Eve, and started to walk. She swung her hands, which had her lunchbox in one hand and the other held her infamous purple umbrella. As she made her way home, she said to herself, “Finally a free day. This must be what it feels like, to be employed and cherish a holiday.”
Humming a tune under her breath she reached her house and entered it.
“Welcome back home, Miss Eve. How was your day?” Inquired Eugene, who was cooking in the kitchen.
“The same as usual,” replied Eve with a smile, and she came to stand behind him and take a peek at what he was cooking. “It smells like flan. Is it what you are preparing?”
“It is indeed flan, milady. But I decided to add the seasoned fruit to see how it would taste,” answered Eugene. He pulled the lid for Eve to see the steam moving up in the air. “Smells good, doesn’t it?”
“Heavenly,” said Eve, which brightened Eugene’s already brightened mood. “Where is Aunt Aubrey?” Her eyes skimmed the living room.
Eugene closed the utensil with the lid, “Lady Aubrey is in her room.”
“I will go see her,” said Eve, leaving the kitchen.
Upon reaching the front of Lady Aubrey’s room, Eve knocked on the room’s door. She opened it and saw the older woman sitting on the resting chair in front of the little fireplace.
Lady Aubrey turned, startled at Eve’s presence and turned to Eve, “What time is it?”
“Close to half past five,” replied Eve, and she came to sit next to her on her heels where her aunt was sitting. She noted, “You aren’t knitting today.”
Her aunt released a tired sigh and said, “I worked on it an hour ago but it felt a little too tiresome and I came to the room. I wonder if old age has finally caught up to me.”
Eve placed her hand on the woman’s forehead and her eyebrows knit, “You haven’t grown old, Aunt Aubrey, but you do have a mild fever. You need to rest more properly in bed.”
Aunt Aubrey waved her hand, “I will be just fine. I wonder if it is because I walked quite a lot yesterday.”
“It could be due to exhaustion. I will ask Eugene to make some porridge so that it can make you feel better quickly,” replied Eve. When she got up Lady Aubrey grabbed Eve’s hand.
“Both you and Eugene worry for nothing. I will be just fine. A little temperature like this cannot kill me. Why don’t you give me company now?” Lady Aubrey smiled at Eve, and Eve readily agreed.
“Alright. I will be right here.”
“Tell me about your day. Are the Moriarty family members treating you well?” Lady Aubrey asked her, while Eve brought a blanket from the cupboard and draped it on the older woman’s lap just so that she wouldn’t feel cold.
Eve explained to her aunt about the Moriarty family members and her interactions with them until now. Though she gave out most of the details and events that had taken place there, she skipped some parts with her employer Vincent Moriarty who had rudely remarked on her bottom or how he had seen her naked back.
___________________
ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 50
Music Recommendation: Fashion- The Chamber Orchestra of London
—
“Do you have a parchment in here?” Inquired Eve when she took a look at Aunt Aubrey’s writing table.
“You will find it in the right drawer,” answered Aunt Aubrey before expressing her thoughts on the Moriarty family, “It seems like Mrs. Moriarty finds it hard to look at the poor. Do you know what happened to the previous Mrs. Moriarty?”
Eve shook her head, “I never asked,” and she picked up the quill to dip it in the ink bottle.
“Whom are you writing to?” Lady Aubrey asked, noticing Eve writing something on the parchment with utmost care.
“It is to Mr. Sullivan that we won’t be able to meet him for lunch tomorrow,” replied Eve.
Lady Aubrey smiled, “Just because I am not able to, doesn’t mean you and Eugene cannot. Don’t worry about me. I just need a little rest.”
Eve shook her head, “It wouldn’t be right to leave you here all alone.”
“And it would be extremely rude to cancel an invitation lunch with a Duke, when he has other important matters to attend to,” said Lady Aubrey, which was in fact true.
Lady Aubrey had already met Noah Sullivan two times in the past, and he seemed like a decent and well-mannered person. Polite with his words. Eve was twenty-four and it was time for her to settle down, thought the older woman. She knew Eve would one day have to leave this nest.
Internally, Lady Aubrey didn’t want Eve chasing after her later mother’s murderer because she knew that path held nothing but danger and darkness.
Knowing Eve had a good understanding with the man, Lady Aubrey coaxed Eve, “If you are still worried, Eugene can stay back and look after me. And who knows, I might feel better by tomorrow morning. There’s no need to send the man a letter.
That night, Eve slept right next to Lady Aubrey. Though the woman’s fever didn’t rise, it still left her tired.
That morning, Lady Aubrey had pushed her out of the room with words, “Eugene will be here with me. You should get ready.”
Eve picked up the burning pieces of coal and placed it in the triangle iron box and closed the lid. She placed it on the dress that she was going to wear, pressing it back and forth, while making sure it wasn’t too hot to burn the dress.
Once Eve was done ironing her dress, she wore it along with a scarf so that it would hide the faint red marks around her neck. The sleeves of the dress were long that reached until her wrists and there were small buttons at the front of her dress. Unlike the women from wealthy families, who wore silk dresses, gold-threaded embedded with pearls and whatnot, her dress was made of cotton with thread work.
Eve tied her hair with a beige ribbon and carefully brushed the fringe to rest it on the sides of her temple.
Climbing down the stairs, Eve went to Lady Aubrey’s room, and kissed the woman’s cheek, “I will try to be back as soon as I can.”
“Mm,” responded Lady Aubrey. When she took a look at Eve, she frowned. “Why are you wearing a scarf? It is going to be hot today.”
“I thought it would be best to dress modestly and the neckline of this dress always felt like my bosom is being pushed too much,” answered Eve and Lady Aubrey shook her head.
“That is how the dresses are supposed to be,” Lady Aubrey’s eyes fell on Eve’s chest and she commented, “And you need it. Don’t cover it all.”
“Oh, Aunt Aubrey!” Eve quickly kissed Lady Aubrey’s cheek quickly and said, “Make sure you drink the lemon water and rest. I will be going now.”
“Eve, wait! Ugh,” Lady Aubrey pressed her fingers on her temple. “Really, this girl. What am I going to do with her,” she muttered under her breath.
“I hope you have fun, Miss Eve,” Eugene heartily wished Eve, seeing her at the door and stepping out as he followed her.
Eve was sad that her family couldn’t join her today. She said to Eugene, “Let us go out when Aunt Aubrey feels better. It will be my treat.”
Eugene smiled at Eve being considerate, “I cannot wait for it.” Eve leaned forward and kissed Eugene’s cheek. “Please be careful and don’t worry about Lady Aubrey. I will make sure to take care of her.”
Eve stepped out of the gate, where the carriage was already waiting for her. Mr. Sullivan stood outside his carriage and at the door like the gentleman he was. He was looking in the direction of the road. He wore a dark green tailcoat, a white waist coat and a darker beige trouser.
Sensing Eve’s gaze, Noah turned to look at her. He offered a polite smile, and a slight bow.
“Good afternoon, Miss Barlow,” he greeted her and complimented her, “You look lovely today.”
Eve turned shy for a moment, “Thank you, Mr. Sullivan. I mean Duke Sullivan. You look good yourself,” she bowed.
“You do not have to call me that. As we are friends, it would be right to address each other by our names, wouldn’t it? Would it be alright if I call you Genevieve?” He asked for her permission. “If not I am perfectly fine to address as Miss Barlow.”
Though it had been quite a long time since they had started to speak to each other, they had always addressed each other formally. That could be because they didn’t speak more than necessary and were always on their own way after it.
Eve nodded, “You can.”
“You can call me Noah,” stated Noah, and Eve didn’t find a reason to refuse. He looked behind her and asked, “Your aunt and your coachman, aren’t they ready yet?”
Eve turned around, and noticed Eugene standing at the door, watching them speak, as if waiting to see off his child. She said, “Aunt Aubrey is feeling a little under the weather and said she would like to rest. Please don’t mind.”
“I am sorry to hear that. Will she be alright? Perhaps it would be better to have a physician to be brought to her,” Noah suggested, and Eve shook her head.
“Eugene has already informed the physician and the physician will be here soon. Thank you for asking,” Eve was grateful for Noah being considerate.
“Okay, if you say so,” replied Noah and the coachman pulled open the carriage door for her.
Eve didn’t know if chivalry existed in other men, but she was sure it existed in this man and it brought a smile to her face. Only if that arrogant employer of hers was there to see it today, she would have told that to him, she thought in her mind. She stepped inside the carriage.
Noah followed her, sitting on the other side of the seat, and the coachman closed the door.
Far away from the Meadow town, in the Moriarty mansion, Vincent took his own sweet time to get ready. The butler knocked on his door for the second time.
“Come in.”
“Master Vincent,” Alfie offered a deep bow and informed, “Lady Annalise asked you to get ready quickly and not be late in picking up Miss. Hooke.”
Vincent combed his hair with his fingers, “How
________________
NOTE: PHYSINEWS MEDIA WE RESPECT AUTHORS & CONTENT OWNERS WE MADE THIS POST TO ENTERTAIN EVERYONE DISCLAIMERS PLEASE ENTER HERE
--------------
∆∆∆∆∆∆
