Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that her carriage had begun to move.
His finger twitched.
Gerald looked in the direction as well.
"I suppose this is what you wanted, so who am I to interfere."
Theodore met his gaze, before looking down at his wife who was sitting down on the stone seat and watching them.
"You ought to thank me. I suppose you and your wife would want many grandchildren. And I cannot offer that."
Gerald patted his shoulder. "Go on already. We will see soon."
He went to Lady Whitmore and bowed. She offered her gloved hand to be kissed. Taking the offered hand, he placed a kiss on it.
"I have a few questions about the supplements you prescribed for me, Theodore."
His gaze was still on the driveway. "Write to me. I have to leave now."
Theodore took his leave and began walking to his carriage.
She was gone.
"I tried to tell her to wait for you, my lord." One of his footmen hurriedly confessed.
