Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 A Fragrant Trap

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The senior maid spoke hurriedly, “Mrs. Wren just received word that Miss Wren slipped out of the house, and no one knows where she went Mrs. Wren was terribly worried she might get into trouble, so she rushed back home immediately. It was an emergency, and she didn’t have time to tell you personally. She instructed me to inform you and ask you not to worry.”

Elara slipped out of the house…

A sudden jolt struck Elowen’s heart. Could she be heading here?

As soon as his duties at the army camp were concluded, Cassian prepared to leave.

“Your Grace!”

A tall, burly officer called out, chasing after him with an earnest, smiling face. “My personal matter before caused quite a stir in the camp. Thanks to Your Grace for not holding my past mistakes against me and even offering counsel to help resolve the trouble. It’s a rare quiet day today. Allow me to buy you a drink!”

This was the officer whose marriage to another woman had led his former lover to cause a scene at the army camp.

Without a moment’s thought, Cassian refused. “No. I’ve got plans.”

“What matters, Your Grace? All the camp’s affairs are settled for today. You don’t have to go to the palace either. What could be so urgent?”

“I’m going to Falconcrest Manor,” Cassian stated flatly. “My wife is there.”

The officer was taken aback for a second, then chuckled and nodded. “Ah! Of course! Your Grace is newly wed. How thoughtless of me! Please, go ahead. Her Grace must be waiting for you!”

A faint flicker passed through Cassian’s eyes.

Is Elowen waiting for me?

He said nothing more, boarding his carriage and departing the camp for Falconcrest Manor.

As they passed a side gate, Cassian heard shouting from outside. “Duke Cassian! Duke Cassian! Duke Cassian!”

“Stop.”

The coachman obeyed, halting the carriage promptly.

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Cassian pushed open the carriage door and saw round-faced servant boy standing by the side gate, bowing and scraping with an ingratiating smile.

Cassian looked down at him coolly. “What is it?”

The servant offered a sycophantic grin. “Duchess Elowen sent me, Your Grace.”

At the mention of Elowen, Cassian’s face eased. What about her?”

“Her Grace is perfectly well, resting in the west wing at the moment,” the servant replied eagerly. “She sent me to fetch you the moment you arrived and bring you to her straight away.”

Cassian’s eyes narrowed slightly. “My wife asked for me. Did she say anything else?”

The servant seemed surprised by the question. He paused, pretending to ponder, then sighed with feigned concern. “Your Grace, you wouldn’t know. Today, Lady Daphne fell into the water, and after being rescued, she had the gall to accuse Her Grace of pushing her! From what I saw, Her Grace was quite wronged. She told me if I saw you, to hurry you over. She looked like she might cry.”

Cassian stared at him darkly. His fingers tapped the armrest of his wheelchair-soft, unrhythmic.

The servant grew nervous, looking down at his own feet, his heart uneasy.

“… Lead the

way

then.”

After a long moment, Cassian spoke slowly.

The servant finally breathed a sigh of relief, his smile returning. “This way, please!”

With the servant leading, Bran followed at a distance, pushing the wheelchair.

Halfway there, the servant turned to Bran with a smile. “Sir, perhaps let me push the chair? It’s terribly hot. You could take a rest.”

Bran ignored him, looking to Cassian instead.

A silent exchange passed between their eyes.

“You may rest,” Cassian said slowly.

Bran understood, acknowledging the order with a nod.

Overjoyed, the servant took over, pushing Cassian forward. He glanced back frequently, confirming that Bran was not following, a faint, triumphant smirk touching his lips.

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Entering the west wing, the servant pushed Cassian directly to a room’s doorway.

Even through the door, Cassian’s keen senses caught a strange, familiar scent.

He knew that smell.

The servant stepped forward and knocked on the door with false ceremony. “Your Grace, His Grace is here.”

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