The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

The Silent 239

hapter 239

"Getting married?" Eliza blinked, caught off guand.

Isabelle smiled lightly. "Yes, my father arranged in to marry the nephew of Governor Jenson-you know, the distant cousin of the Henderson family."

Eliza frowned slightly. "If it's a marriage.. why isn't someone coming to escort you?"

Isabelle's lips curled with a soft sneer. "You're adorable. I'm not going as a wife, Liza-just a concubine. Why would they. bother with trumpets and silk banners for that?"

At those words, Eliza fell silent.

Isabelle shrugged, her voice light as ever. "Don't feel bad for me. I am the Chancellor's daughter, after all. Even as a concubine, they wouldn't dare mistreat

me."

Eliza turned her head voice cold. "Who said I feel bad for you? We're not that close."

A flash of hurt crossed Isabelle's face. "Fine. Maybe I was being sentimental. But..... Plutonville is a long way off, and my father didn't send anyone to escort me. So, Liza, for old time's sake-could you let my carriage travel with yours for a while? I swear, if you're not comfortable, I'll stay inside the whole time. You won't even see me."

She looked at Eliza with eyes full of silent pleading. She looked so pitiful, even Aria whispered worriedly behind her,

Eliza, however, didn't even flinch. "Isabelle, stop clinging to the past. There's nothing left between us."

She pressed her lips together, then turned and walked off without looking back.

Watching her disappear, Aria panicked. "What do we do? If she refuses, won't we be kicked off the route?"

"Who says she refused? Isabelle replied calmly.

Aria blinked. "Didn't she just say-?"

*You don't know her, Isabelle interrupted. "If Eliza really didn't want us there, she would've kicked us out on the spot."

She said the words so coldly... but didn't drive them away.

Liza, Isabelle thoughCt as her lips curled upward, 'you're still softhearted after all

Half an hour later, the convoy was ready. The Black Flag troops had assembled, the supply wagons loaded, and the carriages set to depart.

Nolan led the way on horseback at the very front, clad in full regalia, flanked by the Black Flag guards. Eliza's carriage traveled in the center-surrounded for protection-while Isabelle's modest little carriage quietly trailed behind.

Just as she promised. Isabelle stayed out of sight,

with the Black Flag

carriage enjoyed

traveled from

had reached a familiar rest post-the same one

Plutonville journey. But this time, there were no assassins, no sabotage, no Sophie to stir up trouble. The road was smooth from

the seventh day, they were nearly at

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Chapter 239

true to her wood, Isabelle hadn't shown her

an hour.

glanced at the sky and called out, “Tiene to hale West for heave and have dinner early. Once we're fel, we'll ride through the night to

late than push on hungry in

Let Mr. Bradford have a good

replied crisply and went

still inside her carriage, felt it come to a gentle stop. Moments later,

the

Eliza nodded. "Alright."

nodded and stepped

instinctively glancing toward the rear of

a casual remark. "Don't worry. They brought their own

the streamside and sat down. The Black Flag cooks worked fast- soon a large pot of stew was simmering

flames.

smells filled the air-but only Nolan's bowl held meat. Eliza's remained her usual fare:

ate with contentment. Nolan, however, watched her with mild exasperation. He didn't bother trying to change

be unreasonably stubborn sometimes, and when she made

in a few hasty bites, then took her plate and fork

just about to wash

always fast. Eliza barely

out her hand mid-bite and gave him a

get it. You like washing dishes. From now on, I

happened to be on his

to call him

Nolan raised a brow. "I also like cooking. Want to

Eliza looked at him

from my grandfather," he said with a

amazing-I only learned the basics.

gentleman stays out of the

no gentleman, Nolan said with a shameless shrug, flashing that handsome