The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 338

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 338 Tomorrow Will Be Different

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Oliver and Isolde made their way back, while Hattic gritted her teeth and hissed, “Lady Isolde, you should have dealt with Agnes tonight!”

“Absolutely! She was utterly insufferable. Stirring up trouble on purpose,” Hazel added indignantly.

Isolde waved a hand dismissively. “I have no interest in making a fuss tonight. Besides, I won’t need to lift a finger–someone else will take care of her.”

“Who?” Hattie asked curiously.

Isolde smiled and glanced at Oliver.

Oliver, always perceptive, replied, “Margaret, of course.”

“Margaret? But isn’t she on the same side as Agnes?” Hattie frowned.

Esme, trailing behind, scoffed. “Margaret would never stoop so low. This kind of petty, childish ploy? Hardly her style.”

Isolde chuckled. “Esme is right. Besides, no one knows Allan better than Margaret. He may be eccentric, but he is also a reasonable man. Tonight’s incident was baseless–just a few logical counterpoints, and their argument collapses entirely. There’s no way Allan would side with them.”

“Then why did Allan call you all over tonight?” Hazel questioned.

“To Allan, as long as I agreed, it would have been a harmless matter–one that would keep Cristina from making a scene and spare him further trouble. And given that Cristina’s father is one of his protégés, he had to consider the political implications. If everything could be resolved smoothly, that would be ideal. But since I refused, Allan naturally wouldn’t press the issue.”

Understanding dawned on Hattie an

Hazel. Hattie sighed, “Good thing Allan is a reasonable man, or else

you could have forgotten about your wedding night.”

Oliver’s brows arched slightly, his gaze

darkening.

Back at Ningser Pavilion, he ushered Isolde inside before pulling Hattie and Hazel aside. His tone was serious. “You two will stand guard tonight. No one is to disturb us. No one.”

Hattie smirked. “Understood.”

“And if Cristina

coldly. “If she’s still alive, finish the job for

Hattie and Hazel patted

a short nod before turning and stepping into the room, shutting

sipping her coffee, looked up as he entered.

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without another word, he swept her into his

he reached the bed and laid her down. Isolde looked up

that happened tonight, I think we can both agree–there’s no

turned crimson, her

his head, capturing her

pressing down on her, his lips tracing from her mouth to her neck, behind her ear. Like a gust of

Breaths

soft rustle of disrobing fabrics.

the wick, crackling softly as it neared its

before the flame died, Isolde gasped and shot up. “The wedding candle mustn’t go out! It has to burn

dark is better for

tradition! If it goes out, we won’t

relit them before diving back

elmwood, was wide and sturdy, its four posts as thick as a person’s

as the canopy swayed, the bed wobbled slightly.

let out a sharp yelp. “My waist-!”

Isolde asked

and your knee… hit my waist.”

no! Are you alright?” Isolde winced in regret. “I was in

live… just give me a moment.” Oliver slowly stretched out,

reached out to massage his waist. “Does this help?”

beneath him, tugging her down. “I’m afraid my waist is

in and

eves flashed with

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