The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 349 We’re Newlyweds

A single jug of wine was hardly enough for Oliver.

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He poured a cup for Isolde, then one for himself. She watched him, curious about what heartfelt words he was about to share.

“What do you plan to do about Cristina?” Oliver took a sip and asked.

After they returned, Britney had informed them of the commotion that had followed their departure. It was quite the spectacle–demands for money, threats of divorce, a full–blown melodrama.

“That’s what you wanted to talk about?” Isolde arched a brow.

“No, it just crossed my mind first. I wanted to hear your thoughts.”

“And what are yours?” She traced the rim of her cup, gazing at his handsome features.

“If it’s troublesome for you, I can deal with Arthur myself.”

“Don’t bother,” Isolde said.

“I just don’t want you to feel burdened.”

“Burdened?” She laughed lightly. “She’s not a problem.”

“I know she isn’t, but she’s an eyesore. I don’t want a concubine.”

Oliver truly loathed the idea. He could tolerate many things in life, but in this, he refused to compromise.

What kind of ridiculous situation was this?

Isolde chuckled. “Alright. If you really don’t want her here, I’ll send her away in a few days.”

“Really?” Oliver exhaled in relief.

She glanced at him sideways. “Most men would kill for a beautiful concubine. You, on the other hand, are throwing one away. You don’t know how lucky you are.”

Oliver scowled. “I don’t want her. The only woman in this world for me is you. Having you is enough–I need nothing else.”

Isolde was momentarily stunned by the sudden warmth in his words..

“What? I didn’t catch that.”

“I said,” Oliver set his cup down firmly, eyes burning with conviction, “I only want you. Even half a concubine would be too much.”

Isolde refilled his cup, a slow smile curving her lips. “Oliver, a man’s word is his bond. If you ever take a concubine or stray, I won’t forgive you.”

hesitation, Oliver drained his cup. “Good. If I ever break my vow, I hope you haunt me even in death. Even if you return as a ghost, as long as you’re by my side, I’d

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down, inwardly taking back her carlier assumption

was an expert.

have been moved to

cup. “Swear your

am I swearing to?” Isolde

better than me, you’ll

lifted a brow. “How could there possibly be a ma

Oliver’s lips quirked, his confidence

go, eyes glinting like liquid fire. “So

and Hazel exchanged uneasy glances.

up

struck them simultaneously. Time for a little

sound. A warm mist seeped

took another sip, he suddenly paused. “Do you smell something?”

her

she did feel a little hot. Maybe they had stoked the fire too much.

slightly to fan herself before closing

walked straight into Oliver’s chest.

skin met, an undeniable heat surged between them.

her teeth. “There was

spiked it deserves a reward.”

the scene, satisfied with their work. They had assumed the wine had been drugged–framing Esme for it was perfect. Lady Isolde and Lord Oliver would

to warn Esme.

embroidery when they burst

Esme’s eyes

already spiked the

Hattie and Hazel were equally shocked. “But you told them to take it easy

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Esme lowered her voice conspiratorially. “I got it from Rowena. If they drink it for three to five days, I guarantee a baby boy. A few days of effort is

strong?” Hattie

solemn. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t interfere with their visit

tomorrow.”

Pavilion, the northern wind

the heat was stifling.

removed–they were torn apart. Though her nightwear was plain cotton and inexpensive, she