Chapter 7 Chapter VII

May 13, 1893 The cab stopped.The driver said, guest, your house is here. There was a long line of carriages parked in front of Tremais' mansion, crowding the street.It appeared that his wife was throwing a party with about thirty or forty guests.Condon had only been away for four days to visit her parents, had she already begun to celebrate his disappearance? Although the manager was not happy to see him come back, he managed to cover up with concern and inquiries.Your lord must be tired, right?Want to take a shower?Want to shave?Would you like to have dinner delivered to your room?Condon felt that the next thing he would do was to ask the master if he wanted some laudanum, and that he had better lose consciousness quickly so that the lady's party could go smoothly.

Are there any other guests coming?If it's a ball, there should be more guests. No, sir, Goodman answered curtly.Just a simple dinner party. Condon looked at his watch. It was half past ten. The male and female guests should have gone to the living room, ready to leave within half an hour and continue with tonight's dance or banquet schedule. He opened the double doors in the living room and saw his wife, glistening in a mass of diamonds and ostrich feathers.Standing beside her was an outstanding man, he was frowning, and seemed to be admonishing her, and she had a reluctantly patient expression on her face.

The guests gradually became aware of his presence, one by one at first, and soon in twos and threes, although these people had never seen him before.The voice of the conversation decreased, and finally she also felt strangely quiet, so she turned her head to look at the door, wondering what was going on. Seeing him, she pursed her lips, but in less than a second, she had already put on a bright fake smile and walked towards him.Condon, you're back.Come meet my friends, they can't wait to get to know you. Her audacity is breathtaking.It's really thick-skinned, and it's really kind. I hope Frederick is willing to be a little man.Condon took his wife's arm and kissed her on the forehead.Hearing that his marriage was the most ceremonial in the world, he certainly has no right to deny it.

Of course good.I am very happy. The guests followed her example and showed him a friendly attitude, but most of them couldn't be as natural as her.Condon walked around until it was finally the turn of the man she had just spoken to, who was standing next to a tall, brown-haired lady who was also very good looking. Allow me to introduce Lord Tremaus, said his wife.Condon, these are Lord and Lady Renworth. It turned out that he was Renworth.Mrs. Roland's ideal gentleman is also Jiaqi's old lover. Fortunately, my lord, Renworth is calm, as if he never let Condon cuckold. Condon found that he was actually in a good mood, and the occasional farce was not bad.Each other, each other.There is a Phyllis.Renworth wrote an excellent paper on Jupiter's comets, and you must be the author.

This sentence stunned everyone, especially Madam Tremes. Sir, are you also interested in astronomy?asked Mrs Renworth, in a slightly tentative tone. Very keenly, madam, Condon replied, smiling. His wife casts an uncomfortable glance at her former lover. Guests forget to go home.The Tredoss made public appearances together. They were fortunate enough to be the first people to witness it with their own eyes, and they could also release gossip first-hand. How could they be willing to leave?Anyway, the ball is nothing new. Condon satisfied them very much.He's a charming host, and what's even better is, in a way, he's answerable.

How long does he intend to stay in the UK.at least one year. Does he like his home?Like it very much, but his home is on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.As for his wife's house, he thought it was not bad. Mrs Tremes is beautiful tonight.Beauty is not enough to describe.Mrs. Tremais had been just a little girl when he had known her, but she had been stunning then. He met Frederick.Sir Stewart?Which lord do you mean.After his wife kept reminding the guests that they had a schedule ahead, they finally dispersed after midnight.The Renworths were the last to leave. After Mrs. Renworth walked out of the gate, Lord Renworth turned around and pulled Jia Qi over, whispering something in her ear; although her husband was less than two meters away, Renworth Adams seemed to turn a blind eye.

She laughed, overjoyed, and pushed Renworth out the door. They walked up the stairs side by side, Condon said casually, I guess.He suggested a threesome. Phyllis?no.After he got married, he became very boring and only loved his home and wall embers.In fact, before you came, he argued all night to persuade me not to divorce.She put on a sweet face, and since you insisted on knowing, he said: make him happy. Very wise, are you going to follow the advice? Give up the divorce?Or make you happy?She sneered, her whole body glowing with sensuality.I will not take Lord Renworth's advice at this juncture, nor will any other fool who thinks or should not divorce you.To be honest, I thought he would support me.Ferdy has always considered him a friend.

Poor Ferdy, he thought. The two were about to turn in different directions.She said: Are you coming tonight? no.I don't want to turn my stomach off.But stay tuned, I'll be there in a few days. She rolled her eyes.I can not wait anymore. She had said the same thing before, the last day of their brief bliss.At that time, she was sincere, and her cheeks were blushing because of joy and anticipation.So does he. I can wait.He said. She sighed, expressing her boredom.Go to hell, Condon.