Brentwood nodded in acknowledgment. “I do hope you can win Enid’s approval.”
“I hope so as well.”
As he turned to walk away, Lord Roswell said, “If you need any more advice, the love master is always available.”
Greydon rolled his eyes. His friend was an idiot, but he wasn’t wrong. He did need to fight for Enid and prove to her that his intentions were genuine.
After he exited White’s, he stepped into his carriage and drove towards Enid’s townhouse. A footman came out of the townhouse to secure his horses and he headed towards the main door.
The door opened and the butler stood to the side. “Do come in,” he encouraged. “Lady Enid has been expecting you.”
Greydon stepped into the entry hall and waited for the butler to close the door.
“Follow me, my lord,” the butler said as he started walking towards the drawing room.
Once the butler announced him, Greydon stepped into the room and saw Enid was sitting next to her mother. She was dressed in an alluring green gown with a square neckline. Her hair was piled atop her head and pearls were weaved throughout. To say she looked beautiful would be an understatement.
He bowed and greeted them politely.
Enid smiled, but it appeared guarded. “Good morning, Lord Rushcliffe,” she said as she averted her gaze.
Lady Everton interjected, “Would you care for some tea?”
“Thank you for the kind offer, but I was hoping to take Lady Enid on a carriage ride this morning,” he said.
“She is looking forward to it,” Lady Everton responded with a slight nudge of her elbow. “Aren’t you, dear?”
“I am,” Enid replied unconvincingly.
Greydon stepped forward and held his arm out. “Shall we, my lady?”
Rising, Enid approached him and placed her hand on his sleeve. “Thank you,” she murmured.
As he led her from the room, he said, “You look quite lovely today.”
“That is kind of you to say, my lord,” she responded, keeping her gaze straight ahead.
Greydon knew that Enid might not love him yet. But there were some things in life that were worth fighting for to the end. And Enid was one of those things.
ChapterTwelve
Enid’s back was rigid as she sat in the coach next to Greydon. She didn’t quite know what to say or do now that she knew the extent of his feelings for her. She wished she was strong enough to profess her love and to run into his arms, but she wasn’t. She was scared. And that fear was consuming her, body and soul.
Greydon’s voice broke through her musings. “I am sorry if my bold speech from earlier upset you.”
“You didn’t upset me,” she attempted, hoping she sounded somewhat convincing.
He gave her a pointed look. “I think we both know that isn’t true.”
She offered him a sheepish smile. “Perhaps you upset me just a little.” She should have known that he would see right through her.
“I do intend to press my suit.”
“I wish you wouldn’t,” Enid said. “My position hasn’t changed.”
Greydon adjusted the reins in his hand. “We shall see.”
“We shallnotsee,” she argued. “I do not think I will ever marry again.”
