Marriage to a Mister (A Daughters of Regency #1) Read Online Free
Author: DeAnne Cherry
him so I can speak to my daughter," Julian said through gritted teeth. "Tell him to come back in a few hours, or better yet tell him the whole thing is off! Sod the plan and sod the entire British aristocracy," he shouted, chagrin settling in. "Besides, this is entirely your fault, Charles. Who in their right mind speaks about such matters of import when they're drunk at a birthday celebration? Of course we made a scene."
"You must see sense, Julian! The last thing we want is for Lady Fleur to feel cornered, but they must marry —." The earl was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door, followed by Craigs walking in with the tray. A small card was placed on top to announce the visitor, Viscount Ravenbrook.
"He is here," stated Charles.
"There really is nothing to be done," said Julian, standing from his chair and looking towards the door.
"Have your man show my son in here while you prepare your daughter. Having a minute's notice is better than having none at all. Really it's more than some fathers give their poor daughters."
"Those fathers ought to be shot," Julian seethed, though he was no longer certain he was any better. "Right, I'll have your son see her in the drawing room after we have spoken. I don't foresee any difficulties — Fleur is a reasonable girl and I think she will see sense in the match. They have at the very least considered one another with all the hints we have dropped over the years. It won't be too much of shock to her, will it? And they have grown up considerably since then, so perhaps they will see each other differently now?"
"You're stalling, Julian," said Charles, his voice soft.
Julian nodded and left the comfort of his library. He wanted what was best for his girls, so why was he always making these careless mistakes? He did not know, but he would see her happy, and he felt she had more of a chance to be content with Edward, than she did with the other suitors who were veritable strangers compared to Ravenbrook.
Feeling somewhat better about the situation, he made his way upstairs, hoping all the while his youngest would not be with Fleur when he tried to explain the situation. If his headache was terrible now he didn't want to think how he would feel after that confrontation.
A LOVE REQUITED
Evan Woolf stood by his mahogany desk in his small library and shuffled through his papers, a smug smile on his face.
He decided he was feeling rather content, and for Evan, that was saying something. Having only reviewed his latest investment a moment before, his spirits lifted at the good news from his solicitor. Though mostly he lent his high spirits to the thought of telling Nathan that he'd been right, because that meant that Nathan had been wrong.
How delicious , he thought, smirk still in place.
He picked up the letters again, ready to reread the pleasing news, when he heard a knock on his front door.
"Damn," he said, throwing the papers down with a great smack and moving to the window to see who had arrived uninvited. Unable to see, he shrugged and left the unknown person to knock.
He walked around the desk to sit down and start his day's correspondence when the knocking became more rapid and forceful. Only one person in all of England could knock in that persistent manner, Nathan Carter.
Smiling again, he bounded from his library to the front entryway and shooed his cook away from the door. "I will answer, Eliza," he said, swinging open the door as she shook her head in what he knew was great displeasure at having to tend to the door at all.
Nathan stood in the doorway, straight-faced and impatient. "I've been knocking for ages, what have you been doing?" He walked inside, tripping over a fraying carpet, his blonde hair falling into his eyes. Evan nodded to Eliza her dismissal, who then hurumphed and went back to her kitchen.
"I've been working, Nathan. It's that thing people do in order to make a living or satisfy one's need for growth. Not that you'd
"You must see sense, Julian! The last thing we want is for Lady Fleur to feel cornered, but they must marry —." The earl was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door, followed by Craigs walking in with the tray. A small card was placed on top to announce the visitor, Viscount Ravenbrook.
"He is here," stated Charles.
"There really is nothing to be done," said Julian, standing from his chair and looking towards the door.
"Have your man show my son in here while you prepare your daughter. Having a minute's notice is better than having none at all. Really it's more than some fathers give their poor daughters."
"Those fathers ought to be shot," Julian seethed, though he was no longer certain he was any better. "Right, I'll have your son see her in the drawing room after we have spoken. I don't foresee any difficulties — Fleur is a reasonable girl and I think she will see sense in the match. They have at the very least considered one another with all the hints we have dropped over the years. It won't be too much of shock to her, will it? And they have grown up considerably since then, so perhaps they will see each other differently now?"
"You're stalling, Julian," said Charles, his voice soft.
Julian nodded and left the comfort of his library. He wanted what was best for his girls, so why was he always making these careless mistakes? He did not know, but he would see her happy, and he felt she had more of a chance to be content with Edward, than she did with the other suitors who were veritable strangers compared to Ravenbrook.
Feeling somewhat better about the situation, he made his way upstairs, hoping all the while his youngest would not be with Fleur when he tried to explain the situation. If his headache was terrible now he didn't want to think how he would feel after that confrontation.
A LOVE REQUITED
Evan Woolf stood by his mahogany desk in his small library and shuffled through his papers, a smug smile on his face.
He decided he was feeling rather content, and for Evan, that was saying something. Having only reviewed his latest investment a moment before, his spirits lifted at the good news from his solicitor. Though mostly he lent his high spirits to the thought of telling Nathan that he'd been right, because that meant that Nathan had been wrong.
How delicious , he thought, smirk still in place.
He picked up the letters again, ready to reread the pleasing news, when he heard a knock on his front door.
"Damn," he said, throwing the papers down with a great smack and moving to the window to see who had arrived uninvited. Unable to see, he shrugged and left the unknown person to knock.
He walked around the desk to sit down and start his day's correspondence when the knocking became more rapid and forceful. Only one person in all of England could knock in that persistent manner, Nathan Carter.
Smiling again, he bounded from his library to the front entryway and shooed his cook away from the door. "I will answer, Eliza," he said, swinging open the door as she shook her head in what he knew was great displeasure at having to tend to the door at all.
Nathan stood in the doorway, straight-faced and impatient. "I've been knocking for ages, what have you been doing?" He walked inside, tripping over a fraying carpet, his blonde hair falling into his eyes. Evan nodded to Eliza her dismissal, who then hurumphed and went back to her kitchen.
"I've been working, Nathan. It's that thing people do in order to make a living or satisfy one's need for growth. Not that you'd
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