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Yes, sir. Three times, I explained that you had left and had no curfew. But she is very insistent and said he would wait as long as necessary.
    Richard snorted, annoyed. What was happening to his servants? Actually, he was being too lenient. First, the lack of information about Claire, and now Lydia manipulating wretch! Later, he would go to the servants' accommodation and punch the head of each wall.
    - I was not able to get rid of Mrs. Clayton, wait fifteen minutes and drive it up here - he ordered the gentleman.
    The boy nodded nervously and left the room.
    On the wedding day with Lord Claire Fairhurst, Richard began his seduction game with Lydia. He needed distraction and Lydia was different from most of his achievements. He was younger and was in love with her husband. Was inhibited and did not have much experience, and he felt a perverse sense of power to transform an innocent young man and a woman insecure in earnest.
    But as in all relationships, Richard soon got tired. Disagreeing with the end of the novel, Lydia has attempted to reoccupy it, but was cruelly rejected. Since then the search is not over.
    Until now.
    Fulfilling orders from Hidalgo, fifteen minutes after introducing Mrs. James Clayton in the room. Richard did not hide his annoyance.
    - I will not say I'm happy to review it because it would be a lie, Mrs.. Clayton. Lydia held his gaze.
    - I would not have come if not absolutely necessary.
    She sat down without waiting for invitation and for a long time, Richard stared in silence.
    - Why did you come? - He asked finally. Lydia took a deep breath.
    - I think ... I think not, I'm sure ... I'm pregnant. I'm afraid to consult a doctor or midwife, but I'm all signals. - Again, she took a deep breath. - I believe that a child will be born in autumn.
    Despite the confusion, Richard managed to smile.
    - Congratulations. Certainly your husband is proud and excited by the arrival of the firstborn.
    - He does not know yet. The child is not his, is yours.
    - Do not be ridiculous. Our affair ended months ago. You can not know who the father is. When a married woman becomes pregnant, her husband is legally the father of the child, regardless of how many men she slept.
    Lydia blushed at the insult.
    - I see you've changed nothing. Remains coarse and mean. Richard laughed.
    - If you're saying, princess ... Mr. Clayton seems to be the kind of man who expects his wife to give him a dozen children - he said in a condescendingly. - If you know the right play, he probably will cover the gift to hear the good news. The muscles of the face of Lydia contracted.
    - My husband told me before we married, have children who can not, in consequence of an illness he contracted as a child.
    - And yet you married him. Very noble of you, Lydia.
    - If I tell him that I hope a baby will know that he was unfaithful. Will be furious and would probably leave me. My family will be embarrassed and did not offer me any support. I can not support me alone, let alone with a child to raise. Richard let out an exaggerated sigh.
    - Still do not understand what I have to do with this problem.
    - The child is yours, Richard!
    - While it is true, for me it makes no difference. - He shrugged. - If so unsettling to confess his sins to Clayton, get rid of the baby.
    - What?
    - What you heard. Get rid of the child. There are potions, herbs, medicines you can take to solve this. If the idea of doing this not to like, then you need to go away before their condition becomes apparent. Invent a story or an extended visit to a sick relative or something, and give birth to her son away from here. After birth, give it to someone or leave it in an orphanage and return to her husband.
    - How can you suggest something so monstrous? - Lydia shook her head in disbelief.
    Richard opened his arms in a theatrical gesture.
    - Having a child, get rid of his son, telling her husband not to tell her husband. What you decide will not affect me. Lydia. Like I said, the problem is