The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 361 The Foolish Woman

The scent of agarwood filled the room, soothing and calming the senses.

Oliver had always been fond of agarwood–it brought him peace,

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“Sit down.” Cristina sat in her chair, lifting her gaze to him. Her expression was a mix of resentment and cold indifference.

“No need,” Oliver replied coolly, “I heard you wanted to see me. Get to the point

“Killing a man is one thing, but do you have to be so cruel? Cristina’s voice was icy.

“And what makes you say that?” Oliver asked.

She rose gracefully, walking toward him with slow, deliberate steps. The hem of her dress swept across the pristine floor, resembling a golden fish gliding through still waters.

The scent of his body–subtle yet distinct–drifted into her senses at this close distance. She inhaled it, her heart twisting with pain. This man should have been hers.

“Fate bound us in this life because of debts from the last. Though we never wed, our destinies are still entangled. There are no tigers or wolves here–are you truly so wary of me that you won’t even sit down? Or…” Her voice sharpened. “Was everything Isolde did today your doing? Did you find satisfaction in your revenge?”

Oliver had no patience for pointless arguments over seating arrangements. He sat down, his expression impassive. “Fine. Talk.”

Cristina studied his face. “You haven’t answered me yet. Do you even know what Isolde did to me today?”

“I do.”

“And it was your order?”

“More or less.”

“I don’t believe you.” Cristina’s eyes turned sharp.

Oliver let out a faint chuckle. “Believe what you want. It’s the truth.”

Cristina gasped, her expression filled with disbelief. “You… You’ve forgotten me so easily?”

for you in the first place. What

“We were supposed to be married! And

grown in time. But since that never happened, there is nothing to speak

truth–her fantasies had been nothing but delusions. First, Johnathan rejected her.

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shimmering, suppressing the unwillingness in her heart. “Let me ask you one thing if I

his head slowly, “I will never take a concubine.”

“Why?

“Yes.”

does she have that I don’t?” Cristina suddenly lost control, screaming. “How is she better than me?”

need for comparisons. I think she is, and

tears spilling down her face. She took a deep breath, swallowing her sobs. “I’ve already humbled myself this much. What more do you want? I’m willing to be a concubine,

trembling form, her desperate struggle to keep from crying. He sighed. “Isolde wanted you gone to vent my anger. But truthfully, I don’t hate you. I simply cannot keep you here. She is enough for me. You don’t need to lower yourself. If you leave the Valen family, you can still find a husband, be a proper wife, and live

that, he turned to leave.

him from behind, sobbing. “If you don’t hate me, then look at me properly–just

his, Oliver felt a searing heat rush through

cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy with desire. A frown crept onto his face.

and shut again in an instant. He glanced back–Mell and

closer, her lips parting to kiss him. Oliver lifted a hand, blocking her face, his voice low and firm. “You don’t have to degrade yourself like this. Pack your

lips seeking his, but Oliver pushed

onto the floor,

let you have your happiness either!” she wailed,

and Evie rushed in to help her up after Oliver

Cristina, I used a strong dose, yet he was completely unaffected. Maybe… we should give up and leave,” Mell hesitated, feeling sorry for

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Even if I lose everything, I will stay.

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hand tightly, her face feverish with desire. Through clenched teeth, she ordered, “Go. Now. And light

mistress’s current state and knowing there was no stopping her.