Torcia realized that in all her thoughts, she really had no idea what her life would be like if she were with Reeves. Oh my God. What kind of life does a Bow Street cop earn? Bet his salary is very minimal, but surely with his own affairs he will make enough for a decent lifestyle. She didn't ask for much, a room or two in a safe area of London would suffice."I'll be damned if I have to prove my financial ability to support my own wife." Reeves said. "All you need is to know that she won't starve to death, and that she'll have a roof over her head."Finally, the journey to London departed at almost 12pm, which meant they would travel through the night and arrive in the early afternoon. Torcia rests in the dark brown velvet upholstery in Reeves's fully equipped car. As they were on their way, Reeves moved to weaken the small lamp that was illuminating the interior of the carriage."Do you want to go to sleep?" he asked. "It's not long before dawn."Torcia shook her head. Despite her f
"Sixteen". Torcia muttered, confused by the realization that her brothers had grown up, as she had been. They all changed during the time they were apart. Her head suddenly throbbed, and she squeezed her forehead. "When my parents talk about me, they seem...""What?""Do they hate me?" She asked frantically. "I've often wished...""No, they don't hate me." His voice suddenly became soft. "They care about themselves, and of course, they seem comfortable with the belief that you will benefit from your marriage to Warren.""They never understood what kind of person he really was.""They don't want to understand. They get more benefit from fooling themselves."Torcia was prompted to reprimand him, even though she had thought about them a thousand times before."They need Mr. Warren's money." She said it was not clear. "They have expensive tastes.""Is that a way to make your father lose the family fortune? By living beyond his means?""I don't believe there are too many assets to begin wi
The accompanying silence was surprisingly comforting. Torcia settled into the corner of the car, exhausted and stunned by the unexpected directions that had just taken place in her life. She had expected that sleep would be hard to come by, with all the thoughts buzzing in her mind. At any rate, a deep sleep came over her, and she leaned against the cushion in the seat. Swirling, squirming restlessly, she tried to find a comfortable position. She felt herself begin to shrink and shrink like a child, and the dream was too comforting for her to resist except to surrender to cunning pleasure.Something soft brushed across her forehead, the last few pins holding the tangled hair gently falling from her hair. She sighed in a sense of wonder, the refreshment of wool and shaving soap enveloped with the perfume of clean men's skin.Realizing that she had leaned against Reeves' arm, snuggled into his lap, she staggered around. "What's that... what's that...""Sleep," he whispered, "I won't eat
The carriage stopped in front of a symmetrical pre-Georgian house, with white Doric columns and glazed folding doors leading into a vaulted foyer. The small but elegant building had so far exceeded Torcia's expectations that she looked at it in speechless astonishment.Stepping out of the car first, Reeves helped her down, while a servant hurried up the steps to inform the servants that the master had returned.Wincing at the constriction of her leg muscles for so long, Torcia leaned against Reeves's supporting arms as they made their way to the door. A middle-aged housekeeper greeted them. She was a chubby woman with warm eyes and silver-brushed hair."Mrs Trend," said Reeves with a sudden mischievous glint in his eyes, "as you can see, I've brought a guest here. She's Miss Sette. I'll advise you to treat the lady well. , because she just convinced me to marry her."Realizing the implication that she was the only one forcing the marriage, Torcia gave him a talking look, and he grinne
For most people, the dirty, old Bow Street office, reeking of sweat, polished bronze, and heavy stacks of books, was not an attractive place. But over the past three years, Kai has become so used to every inch of this office that it feels like home. It's hard for visitors to believe that these small and unassuming buildings - Bow Streets 3 and 4 - are the center of British criminal investigation. This is where Sir Morgan conducts his trial and directs his team of eight detectives.Wearing a languid smile, Kai responded to the greetings of secretaries and police officers as he made his way through the 3rd Bow Street building. It didn't take long for the Bow Street team to appreciate the advance. his liberal manners, especially his willingness to go into the slums and lairs of thugs that no one dares to set foot in. He didn't mind how dangerous those missions were, because he had no family to worry about, and he didn't get involved with anyone under any circumstances. In fact, through s
"Who knows," he muttered with a heartless shrug. "And why does it matter to Sir Ross? If I'm being invited over to have him pat me on the head, well done then—""It's more than that."Kai scowled. "If you weren't going to explain or give me a job, I wouldn't be wasting my time sitting here.""Then I won't keep you," said the judge calmly. "Have a nice day, Reeves."Kai headed for the door, then stopped because he remembered something, and turned to Morgan. "Before I go, I need to ask you one thing. Will you be able to use your influence with the registrar to get a citizenship permit tomorrow?""Marriage certificate?" The only sign of Morgan's bewilderment was his slightly narrowed eyes. "Are you running a job for Warren? Why does he want to marry that girl in such a hurry? And why would he humble himself to get married in a registry office, and not a fancy church? ? More-""The license is not for Warren," Kai interrupted. The words suddenly stuck in his throat like a handful of thistl
The splash of water splashing on the brick floor made the maid's answer inaudible. Standing still, Torcia was absorbed in this exhilaration, her back pricked with warm needles gently, her lungs filling with heat. The door clicked open, and a bar of soap and a sponge were brought in for her. She soaped her hair and body and turned in slow circles, her face up, her eyes and mouth closed. Hot water slid all over her body, over her breasts and stomach, down her thighs, between her toes. It was an amazingly pleasurable experience, making her feel exhausted and relaxed at the same time. She wanted to stand there for hours. However, the water starts to cool very quickly. With a sigh of regret, Torcia stepped out of the water before she became completely frozen."The water's cold now," she called to Hariet, who had shut the valve on the outside of the door before handing her a towel warmed on the hot water pipe.Shivering in the cold air, Torcia dried her face and hair, then wrapped the towel
Since a wedding to Lord Warren had etched into Torcia's nightmares for years, she came to the ceremony with suspicion and fear. She was thus compensated, as the ritual in the civil registry office turned out to be quick and efficient, including signing, exchanging obligatory vows, and paying fees. There were no kisses, no loving glances, no trace of emotion to color the romantic atmosphere of pragmatism, and she was grateful for that. However, she didn't feel like she was married when she left the registry office, no more than when she entered.She had just married a man who didn't love her at all and probably couldn't have those feelings. And by marrying him, she had also eliminated all possibility of finding a love for herself.However, in this union there is still consolation, the greatest consolation is that she has escaped Lord Warren. And proven fact, Kai Reeves is an attractive companion. He didn't bother to cover up his mistakes when everyone else did, but instead he bragged a