Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 810

Chapter 810 A Fragile Respite

Elowen’s heart ached for Cassian’s failing strength. Taking the initiative, she brought the clash of words to a swift end. “I appreciate the Prince’s offer. However, the banquet has been taxing, and I’m quite fatigued. The Duke and I shall return to the inn.”

Cassian gazed down at Elowen. The frost in his eyes thawed, replaced by a faint smirk.

Elowen murmured, “Let us depart.”

Cassian gave a hum of agreement.

Brushing past Zachary, Cassian took his time to deliver one final, deliberate strike. “Did you hear that? She has no need for you.”

Elowen halted her steps, fighting the urge to burst into exasperated laughter. Running on fumes, yet he still refused to spare a single drop of venom.

They exited the palace gates and boarded the carriage. The moment the heavy blinds fell, every prying eye was shut out.

Elowen helped Cassian to his seat. Seeing him still holding onto that flawless, unbothered facade, a soft laugh escaped her lips.

Cassian lifted his gaze. “What is so amusing?”

Elowen adjusted his cloak, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m just laughing at how Avenlor’s greatest Lord of Jealousy lives up to his reputation.”

Cassian cocked an eyebrow. “Lord of Jealousy?”

Elowen nodded with absolute seriousness. “Judging by that display, anyone watching would assume Zachary was not asking to be my side piece, but had already forced his way into the Duskmoor Manor.”

Cassian scoffed. “He wouldn’t dare.”

Elowen’s smile widened. “Of course he wouldn’t. Who would dare cross the threshold while the Duke stands guard?”

Cassian stared at her for a long moment. His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper.

“Ella.”

“Yes?”

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“You are forbidden to want him.”

Elowen’s heart skipped a beat. “I desire no one else. I only want you.”

Cassian’s brow furrowed a fraction. The next second, a heavy weight dropped onto her shoulder.

His terrifying willpower shattered, and he collapsed limp against her chest.

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The man who had traded lethal verbal blows with Zachary a moment prior now kept his squeezed shut, every drop of color drained from his face.

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Fine beads of cold sweat dotted his forehead. His breathing was so shallow it was drowned out by the grinding carriage wheels.

Elowen let out a silent sigh, looking down at the man resting against her chest.

His cheeks were cold as ice, his brows still knit tight in pain.

She reached up to stroke his face, her heart aching with profound tenderness.

The carriage raced back to the inn.

When Anson and Bran saw Elowen supporting Cassian down the steps, their faces drained of color.

“Keep your voices down,” Elowen ordered.

Understanding the stakes, the two men rushed forward to bear Cassian’s weight, carrying him swift as a shadow into his chamber.

Hearing the commotion, Noah hurried over with his outer robe thrown over his shoulders. The moment he saw Cassian’s death-pale face, his brows locked into a severe scowl.

“Grandfather, examine him,” Elowen urged.

Noah took a seat on the edge of the bed, pressing his fingers to Cassian’s pulse.

The room fell into absolute silence; the only sound was the faint crackle of the candlelight.

Standing nearby, Elowen curled her fingers tight inside her sleeves.

A long moment later, Noah released Cassian’s wrist and inspected the old wound on his chest. His grim expression eased.

“His foundation remains intact. It is not a resurgence of the toxin.”

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The suffocating tension gripping Elowen’s heart snapped.

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Yet Noah’s frown remained. “But his body cannot endure this level of abuse. Exhausting his vitality, aggravating his heart meridian, and enduring the freezing palace winds-it all combined to force this collapse. With a sound sleep tonight, he will wake by morning.

“Once he awakens, he must avoid combat for two days. He must not overexert his mind, he must not touch a drop of wine, and above all, he must stop playing the invincible hero.”

Elowen nodded. “I will make sure of it.”

She wiped the cold sweat from Cassian’s brow and coaxed him into swallowing the medicine Noah prescribed.

Even in his coma, Cassian seemed restless. His brows remained knit, and his fingers clamped down on her sleeve in a death grip.

Elowen watched him for a long time before enveloping his hand in hers.

“I’m staying right here.”

As if he heard her promise, his rigid fingers began to relax.

Once Cassian was settled, Elowen made her way to the rear courtyard.

The charcoal braziers in the warm pavilion burned bright.

Neither of the children had fallen asleep.

The wet nurse paced the room with Emily in her arms. The little girl was exhausted, yet her large, tear-filled eyes refused to close.

Caius lay on the small bed, clutching a tiny cloth tiger. Hearing the door creak, he snapped his head toward the sound.

He was only a few months old and couldn’t speak, but the second he saw Elowen, his eyes lit up like stars.

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