the way to the estate gate and back!” he snapped.
“You ungrateful leach! You deserve nothing more,” she retorted.
“But I’ll have more. It’s only a matter of time,” he smirked.
He turned and wandered back into the living room. With his back to her, he lit a cigar and blew out a large cloud of smoke, well aware that she forbade smoking in the house. Then he spun on his heels to reveal the big smile his immature act had brought to his face.
She stomped up the steps in frustration. There was nothing more to say at the moment. But she swore she would throw him out if it was the last thing she ever did.
When she arrived at her suite, she immediately went into her husband’s rooms. As she entered he turned his head and smiled.
“Hello, my darling! I am so glad that you’ve returned,” he greeted her.
Hélène moved swiftly to him and sat on the edge of the bed.
“How do you feel, my love? You look well,” she marveled.
“I feel good. Perhaps this latest medicine is working. I feel stronger,” Marceau smiled.
She grasped his hand and brought it to her lips in a fervent kiss. She looked at his smiling face and thought how handsome he was, even at his advanced age.
At seventy-two he still had most of his hair. It was completely white now but that only made him appear distinguished. His grey eyes were still clear and void of any cloudiness. He had a strong, proud chin and the straight Lemaire nose.
She had been the envy of every young girl in her youth for landing such a handsome and wealthy catch. But, of course, she didn’t see him as a just a ‘catch’. She just saw him as the man she loved and felt lucky that he loved her in return.
“Oh, I am so glad. You do look much better. Has anyone noticed your improvement?” she asked.
“Only Margot and she will not speak of it to anyone,” Marceau said, speaking of her longtime maidservant and closest companion. “She knows we cannot trust anyone.”
“And do you still believe that your sudden illness was the result of someone trying to poison you?” she asked.
“Yes, my heart. I believe it even more strongly now,” he said. “I tried to dismiss the notion but, since I’ve only been eating food that we’ve been having secretly brought in from the village, I feel better.”
Hélène moved to look in the small refrigerator that was kept in his room. She frowned when she saw that it needed to be replenished. She moved back to the bed.
“I will go to the market tomorrow to restock the fridge. I’ll bring Margot, of course, so no one will become suspicious,” Hélène said.
“Come. Lie beside me, Hélène,” Marceau invited.
She stretched out beside him and laid her head on his shoulder.
“I am so happy you are improving. My prayers are being answered,” she said softly.
“I have you next to me. How could I not get better?” he smiled. “Was your trip to Saint-Tropez successful?”
“I think so,” she said. She went on to give him a detailed description of all that had happened.
“So Greyson will come?” Marceau asked quietly.
“I believe so. That was the impression I was given,” she said.
“It is hard to believe that he will come. I was beginning to give up on the idea of ever seeing him,” Marceau said softly. “I’ve never laid eyes on him, you know. I wonder what he looks like.”
“I’m sure he carries the same devilishly handsome looks of the Lemaire family. You will recognize him instantly,” Hélène smiled.
He hugged her tightly.
“I cannot wait to see him. I have so much to tell him. There’s so much for us to learn about each other,” Marceau said. “I just want the time to do so.”
“You will have that time. It is your fate to know your grandson,” Hélène said.
“I hope you are right,” he murmured.
“I am always right,” she chuckled.
He laughed with her.
“That you are, my darling.
“You ungrateful leach! You deserve nothing more,” she retorted.
“But I’ll have more. It’s only a matter of time,” he smirked.
He turned and wandered back into the living room. With his back to her, he lit a cigar and blew out a large cloud of smoke, well aware that she forbade smoking in the house. Then he spun on his heels to reveal the big smile his immature act had brought to his face.
She stomped up the steps in frustration. There was nothing more to say at the moment. But she swore she would throw him out if it was the last thing she ever did.
When she arrived at her suite, she immediately went into her husband’s rooms. As she entered he turned his head and smiled.
“Hello, my darling! I am so glad that you’ve returned,” he greeted her.
Hélène moved swiftly to him and sat on the edge of the bed.
“How do you feel, my love? You look well,” she marveled.
“I feel good. Perhaps this latest medicine is working. I feel stronger,” Marceau smiled.
She grasped his hand and brought it to her lips in a fervent kiss. She looked at his smiling face and thought how handsome he was, even at his advanced age.
At seventy-two he still had most of his hair. It was completely white now but that only made him appear distinguished. His grey eyes were still clear and void of any cloudiness. He had a strong, proud chin and the straight Lemaire nose.
She had been the envy of every young girl in her youth for landing such a handsome and wealthy catch. But, of course, she didn’t see him as a just a ‘catch’. She just saw him as the man she loved and felt lucky that he loved her in return.
“Oh, I am so glad. You do look much better. Has anyone noticed your improvement?” she asked.
“Only Margot and she will not speak of it to anyone,” Marceau said, speaking of her longtime maidservant and closest companion. “She knows we cannot trust anyone.”
“And do you still believe that your sudden illness was the result of someone trying to poison you?” she asked.
“Yes, my heart. I believe it even more strongly now,” he said. “I tried to dismiss the notion but, since I’ve only been eating food that we’ve been having secretly brought in from the village, I feel better.”
Hélène moved to look in the small refrigerator that was kept in his room. She frowned when she saw that it needed to be replenished. She moved back to the bed.
“I will go to the market tomorrow to restock the fridge. I’ll bring Margot, of course, so no one will become suspicious,” Hélène said.
“Come. Lie beside me, Hélène,” Marceau invited.
She stretched out beside him and laid her head on his shoulder.
“I am so happy you are improving. My prayers are being answered,” she said softly.
“I have you next to me. How could I not get better?” he smiled. “Was your trip to Saint-Tropez successful?”
“I think so,” she said. She went on to give him a detailed description of all that had happened.
“So Greyson will come?” Marceau asked quietly.
“I believe so. That was the impression I was given,” she said.
“It is hard to believe that he will come. I was beginning to give up on the idea of ever seeing him,” Marceau said softly. “I’ve never laid eyes on him, you know. I wonder what he looks like.”
“I’m sure he carries the same devilishly handsome looks of the Lemaire family. You will recognize him instantly,” Hélène smiled.
He hugged her tightly.
“I cannot wait to see him. I have so much to tell him. There’s so much for us to learn about each other,” Marceau said. “I just want the time to do so.”
“You will have that time. It is your fate to know your grandson,” Hélène said.
“I hope you are right,” he murmured.
“I am always right,” she chuckled.
He laughed with her.
“That you are, my darling.
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