The true Love of Lord Westlin: She may be the least suitable woman for him, but his heart has fallen in love with her... by Beltrán Dama

Author:Beltrán, Dama
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-10-17T00:00:00+00:00

The next morning, Gregor was already at the door, preparing his horse for departure. The morning breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, and a light veil of mist covered the empty streets of Strathmore. Aife took his time, carefully adjusting the reins, but his gaze kept drifting back to Marcus, who remained motionless at the window, lost in his thoughts.

"Milord, it’s time for me to go," he said from the doorway of the sitting room, his voice firm but calm. "Though I know this won’t be easy for you, I wish you luck."

Marcus nodded without turning away from the window.

Holloway, who had been organizing the few belongings of the marquess in the house since the previous afternoon, appeared at that moment, interrupting the farewell.

"Mr. Aife, if my lord doesn’t mind, I’d like to accompany you to the edge of the village," Simon offered, his usual enthusiasm on display.

"You may," Marcus replied, relieved to know he’d have a few moments to himself.

"I’ll give you some advice, though I’m not sure if you’ll take it," the Scotsman said, waiting for Marcus to finally turn around. When he did, Gregor continued, "Sometimes, the biggest mistake is waiting too long."

"If I knew how long is too long, that advice would be the best I’ve heard in years," Westlin muttered.

Gregor shook his head slightly. "We’ll meet again, milord," he said as a final farewell. Marcus responded with a simple nod.

Simon silently accompanied Gregor outside. As Aife grabbed the reins and began to lead his horse toward the outskirts of the village, the young valet’s mind raced with thoughts of how he could ease his master’s torment, but he couldn’t find a solution that might convince him.

"The idea of covering half his face with a mask was clever," Gregor commented, breaking the silence. "I’m guessing that was your doing."

Holloway smiled, scratching his head. "Yes," he replied with his usual grin. "Though I’m not sure if that will be enough for him to achieve what he came here to do."

Gregor remained silent for a few moments before replying, "It’s not easy to face what was left behind. Especially if he fears what he’s seeking may no longer remember him or want him." The Scotsman’s words hung heavily in the air.

Simon nodded, aware that his master was locked in an internal battle. He had observed him for years, and though he knew Marcus was a man of perseverance, he also knew that despite the doubts consuming him, the marquess would eventually find the courage to take the step he feared most.

When they reached the edge of the village, Gregor halted his horse and turned to the valet.

"Become his shadow, and act quickly if you sense the situation is not in his favor."

"I will," Simon assured him.

"Do whatever is necessary to make sure things flow naturally between them, and when you see the marquess regaining his confidence, let him take the lead," Gregor urged.

"Don’t worry, I’ll be watching closely," Simon replied quickly.

"In that case, I hope you bring back good news soon," Gregor said, straightening himself on his horse.

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