The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

The Silent 216

Chapter 216

Chapter 216

Benedict froze, flustered. "Wait, wasn't this pistachio cake? It's... lemon cake?

Eliza's smile widened, but instead of warmth, it carried an icy sting, "Lemon cake, hmm? You sure about that? Are you really sure? Maybe take another guess. Since you're always so good at guessing, why not test yourself-see how many things I hate to eat you can get right?"

Benedict's face went pale.

Eliza turned, voice laced with scom "Forget it. What I like or don't like has nothing to do with you anymore. I suppose it's natural you've forgotten such trivial things.

She took a step down the stairs and mocked, "After all, even if I won't eat it, there's someone who would, right? Why don't you wrap it up and take it back to your darling Sophie?"

"No-Eliza, please, let me explain" Benedict panicked, tripping over his words. "I didn't mean to get you something you hate. I just... I wasn't thinking. It was automatic.

The more he spoke, the more ashamed he became. Now that he really thought about it-pistachio cake, lemon cake-they were all Sophie's favorites. He'd come here to see Eliza, yet brought her something she detested, something his precious Sophie adored.

Benedict looked down at the cake in his hand, remorse clouding his eyes. "Eliza, I'm sorry. It's my fault. Let me go buy you something you actually like-please,"

But Eliza remained unmoved. Standing above him, her gaze was cold, almost distant. "Benedict... do you even remember what I like to eat?"

I do! I swear I do," he rushed to say. "You like... roast duck! It's roast duck, right??

He looked at her with hopeful eyes, desperate for affirmation.

But Eliza just stared at him in silence.

And in that silence, Benedict knew-he'd guessed wrong. Again.

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down, picked up the ruined box of pistachio cake, pulled out one

Her expression didn't change.

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