Chapter 319 - Crowley Hall Ⅱ (1/2)
Once inside the ballroom, Bogdan easily spots the figure of Villem Selwyn among the crowd. Following her husband's gaze, Lysithea spots the wizard. Pursing her lips, Lysithea murmurs, ”Do not forget to turn him down tonight, dearest. We are pursuing greater prey, and if you accept a small quarry now, we will lose the potential to hook a whale.”
”The Topsy's have confirmed our doubts,” Bogdan mused. ”And though Selwyn is a good catch at the moment, the Blacks are a far better one.”
”See to that is indeed the case,” Lysithea hummed, before her fan abruptly paused, before fluttering again. ”And dearest, I do not care for your current mistress.”
Bogdan makes a wry face and says, ”You have never been jealous in all the years that I've known you, wife. Why start now?”
Lysithea rolls her eyes and points her fan in the southwest direction. ”The trollop is over there in the corner currently attempting to seduce the son of the Wilmer's.”
”What?!” Bogdan hissed with rage head whirled around in the direction his wife had gestured at with her fan.
Bogdan cheeks tighten with rage at being so obviously and so very publicly cuckolded. ”Get rid of her,” Lysithea said with a finality that suggested that she was not referring to merely cutting away the harlot's money strings, but rather the life ones as well.
A rather tender loving smile appears on Bogdan's face as he gently takes his wife's silky, soft hand and places it a kiss on it. ”I shall gladly do as my lady, bids,” Bogdan sincerely swore.
Lysithea feels a bit of heat spring up inside of her at the intensity of her husband's gaze. Merely because she and Bogdan did not always share their marriage bed, did not imply that they did not enjoy each other's company. After all, conceiving, their three children had never been a chore, but rather a pleasurable one.
With lips full of promise, Lysithea leans up to place a seductive kiss on her husband's lips. Before her husband can reciprocate, she pulls back and whispers, ”Later,” before sashaying away.
Bogdan licks his lips hungrily but turns his mind to the task at hand. He had a loose string to clip away. And the sooner, he did so, the sooner, he could receive his prize.
*
Tiffany's parents had smoothly made their way into the crowd, while Tiffany without any hesitation dragged Bethanie and Esmond towards the tables filled with food, (that really should be called snacks instead). Tiffany finally releases her captives and begins to fill a plate filled with tiny watercress sandwiches, and other such tidbits. Finished, she hands the plates to Esmond, while Spurgeon takes the opportunity to strategically excuse himself and go find a friend.
Esmond quickly takes the offered food and begins to eat leaving Tiffany and Bethanie to catch up. Tiffany's eyes surprisingly linger over Bethanie's face, where the glamour has been cast. Bethanie sees the growing curiosity, and suspicions in Tiffany's eyes and quickly changes the subject. ”Please tell your mother that I am sincerely grateful for her mentioning that Severus and Rowan are our friends.”
Tiffany blinks in surprise. ”It'd by pleasure,” Tiffany slowly said with a thoughtful look in her eyes. ”But let me guess, you just happened to mention to those wretches that you call parents that you are friends with Severus and Rowan, and now, they want you to continue to cultivate said closeness?!”
Bethanie makes a wry face and says, ”Do you think that Rowan and Severus will be annoyed with me?”
Tiffany slowly shakes her head. ”I think they'd understand, I think.”
Bethanie nods her head and glances around with a bit of a frown. ”To be honest, I'm surprised you're even here. I thought you were off in France, and where's Silvia?”