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,

just as Nolan promised, with the

carriage

traveled from sunrise to

convoy had reached a familiar

previous Plutonville journey. But this time, there were no assassins, no sabotage,

seventh day, they

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Chapter 239

to her wood, Isabelle hadn't shown her

an hour.

only half a day's journey left, Nolan glanced at the sky and called out, “Tiene to

and travel late than

Let Mr. Bradford have a

sir," Ross replied crisply and went to pass down the

carriage, felt it come to a

the curtain-it was

Eliza nodded. "Alright."

Eliza nodded and stepped

found herself instinctively glancing toward the

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

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

flames.

Nolan's bowl held meat. Eliza's remained her usual fare: plain

contentment. Nolan, however, watched her with mild exasperation. He didn't bother

and when she made up her mind,

his own meal in a few hasty bites, then took her plate

to wash up anyway Give me

was always fast. Eliza barely had

and gave him a mock-annoyed glare.

dishes. From now on, I won't fight

"just happened to be on his way to wash

too tired to call him out

also like cooking. Want to try my

looked at him in

my grandfather," he said with a nostalgic smile. "His

learned the basics. but

a saying-a gentleman stays out of

Nolan said with a shameless shrug, flashing that handsome