The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

hapter 329

Nolan had personally come to escort Eliza. As always, Eliza rode

e in the carriage while he followed on horseback.

The ride to the nunnery had been quick, but the return was deliberately slow and relaxed.

Nolan kept his horse at a steady pace, trailing alongside the carriage, which wasn’t moving particularly fast.

With a slight turn of his head, Nolan could catch glimpses of Eliza through the carriage window. The breeze occasionally lifted the curtain, revealing her chatting and laughing with Renee.

Nolan’s gaze lingered on her delicate face before he suddenly spoke. “There’s a hand warmer in there. Take it out to warm your hands. You don’t want to catch a cold.”

Upon hearing that, Eliza searched the carriage and quickly found the hand warmers Nolan mentioned.

There were two of them.

One was small and exquisitely crafted, fitting perfectly in Eliza’s hands. It was clear this one had been prepared just for Eliza.

The other was placed near Renee’s seat. Though not as refined, it was just as warm to the touch. Renee couldn’t help but smile, realizing Nolan had thoughtfully included her while preparing for Eliza.

overwhelmed

blurted out without thinking. “He even considered

pause that she realized

her hand over her mouth, her

have to

carriage, paused briefly at Renee’s words but quickly composed herself.

such thoughtful gestures like this in his

were moments when Eliza couldn’t help but wonder. But

was a nun who had taken

had personally escorted her to Saint Grace Nunnery to take

head, her status as a Holy Lady, decreed

Nolan understood it as well. He would never pursue something

Eliza, the thought was

identity as a nun had earned her the title of Holy Lady. Her status as a min enabled her to break away from the Duke’s estate. Her identity as the Holy Lady allowed

revenge against the Duke’s estate. She needed the

achieve her revenge. Eliza needed to consolidate her status even more firmly. Only after she had trampled everyone under her feet mercilessly

of this

closure, retreating to a life of solitude and