Chapter 88 Well-Matched

"Did you not get a good night's sleep? You look especially worn out," Jonathan remarked as he walked in and caught sight of Cyril's weary expression. Indeed, last night's party had dragged on a bit too late, prompting everyone to stay over at the estate for rest. However, Cyril had been one of the earliest to retreat for the night, so logically, he shouldn't have appeared so tired. Cyril lifted his head to respond when Jonathan suddenly leaned in close, his eyes wide with an eager gleam for gossip. "By the way, I saw you dancing with a lady last night. Boy, could she dance! Looked like a pro to me. And someone who can show up at that kind of party must be someone of status. Ah, you've got it good, Cyril. You step away from a bad marriage, and you seem to land on your feet wherever you go." There was a hint of envy in Jonathan's voice. He too had danced with someone last night, but his luck hadn't been as good; he ended up with another man as a dance partner, which made for a rather