My Corpse Husband (MGL series Book 1)

Chapter 18

Lord Knight whistled to a happy tune and skipped to his room with light steps. He was in a joyous frame of mind. He wanted to smile and laugh and think about the silly things that made him pleased as well burn his skin with intense need.

Oh, what he would not give to get what he wants in next to no time possible.

He was waiting for the events to turn out as he planned from years and at last when it was happening one by one, he was getting impatient. Impatient to possess what was his and will be only his forever.

Few more days... just few more days, chanting, he pacified his crave.

"My Lord, the dinner is served hot and Miss. Garrick is waiting for you by now, sir." Lyndon expressed, skillfully buttoning down the Lord's cravat and pining the golden cufflinks in the right places.

"Very well," Lord Knight sighed crisply. It was time to put the next part of the strategy into action.

Ah, how enjoyable it would be to see the handiwork in the final phase of his tactic.

Lord Knight was a great painter, sculptor and appreciates art and he was extremely excited to the see the final lines of his carving on the deserved. He would make a monument of them that would be remembers for centuries and not to forget the natural colors he use to paint.

"Are you, My Lord, going to get along with Miss Garrick's trials tonight?" Lyndon inquired, handing over the Lord's cane to him.

It was a crime to question the Lord, he knew it. No Lord is pleased to be questioned by the help under them but Lord Knight never cared about the typecast rules that were made by aristocrats whose nose was up in the sky.

He allowed his staff a considerable lenience in many affairs for long as they follow the rules he set up in his castle.

"Wouldn't it be fun to fall head over heels for her beauty?" Lord's lips curled into an amused smile giving his butler a friendly mischievous wink. "Beyond everything, you are quiet desperate to have a Lady in my life." Lyndon couldn't help but smile at his master's jest.

"And we are glad you found the woman of your dreams. All the staff, including me is just waiting for the moment you bring her here give her the charge of your life." Lyndon's genuine request made the Lord's heart well up in warmth.

"Good. Well then what is your impression on Miss. Garrick? Doesn't she have great qualities to be a Lady?" Lord Knight asked his butler in a calm yet serious tone but the laughter was clear in his red rimmed dark feral eyes.

"I will be certain to remember your statement and possibly ask the Lady in your heart in future once you bring her here. Let your Lady answer the question, My Lord." Lyndon chuckled making the Lord scowl deeply.

"Are you threatening me, Lyndon?" Lord Knight's scowl deepened when Lyndon nothing but chuckled at his question.

There was no way in hell his woman would be threatened by her place in his life and in his heart. He was making every move carefully so he could give his woman a carefree, calm and comfortable with him.

"Threaten you, My Lord! I can never dare to bully you." Lyndon gasped dramatically like a main protagonist of a famous theater play. Lord Knight narrowed his eyes on the short frame of his butler and gave him a stink eye.

"Lyndon" Lord Knight's grave voice sent chills through the butler's spine, yet Lyndon gave his master a smug smile. "You will be dearly punished if anything of this reaches her ear in the future." Lyndon nodded his head dutifully in a mock and spread his hands politely, leading him towards the dining hall.