Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132 He’s Standing?!

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In the past, she loved riding, constantly pulling on the reins, her palms often chafed and raw. That’s how those calluses had formed.

After her knee injury, Elowen had avoided the riding grounds for a long time, and the calluses had faded considerably, leaving only a faint trace.

“Did you get a proper look at the water lilies earlier?” Cassian asked casually as he peeled and ate a seed himself.

Elowen curled her fingers slightly. “I did.”

“Pretty?”

“Hmm…” Distracted, she replied offhandedly, “They were quite pretty.”

Cassian, however, took her words to heart.

She said they were pretty.

We’ll have a pond built at Duskmoor Manor.

Unaware of his thoughts, Elowen looked at her palm, a sudden flash of inspiration striking her.

She knew what to write for her second tale now

But the pen name “Azure” could no longer be used. What new name should she choose?

When it was time for Cassian and Elowen to depart, the Duke of Falconcrest himself came to see them off. Servants presented an array of rare treasures.

“These humble gifts are for Your Grace,” the Duke said with an ingratiating smile.

Cassian glanced over them dismissively. “Few are truly valuable.”

He turned to Elowen. “Is there anything you like!”

Elowen was poor at judging the worth of such items. She shook her head shyly. “No…”

Cassian nodded to the Duke. “Keep your treasures. Send some freshly picked lily pods instead. My wife enjoys them.”

The Duke assented eagerly, ordering servants to harvest them immediately.

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The pods would be delivered to Duskmoor Manor later. Cassian and Elowen departed first.

As soon as they climbed into the carriage and sat together, a wild image crashed into Elowen’s head-her on his lap, kissing him. Her face went hot, burning in waves.

“Too warm?” Cassian’s voice was unhurried.

Elowen blinked and looked at him.

Cassian’s thumb brushed her cheek. “You’re flushed.”

Mortified, Elowen said, “It is a bit warm.”

Cassian gave her a deep look. “I thought you wanted something else.”

Elowen’s heart jumped. “I wasn’t…”

“Weren’t you?” Cassian arched a brow, leaning closer.

Suddenly, his gaze turned icy, his brow furrowing.

Elowen sensed the change. “What—”

Before she could finish, Cassian pulled her firmly into his arms.

At the same moment, the horses outside whinnied in fright, and the carriage lurched violently.

But cushioned against Cassian, Elowen was unharmed, only her hair ornament knocked slightly askew.

Elowen paled, gripping his arm. “Is it…?”

An assassination.

The words hadn’t left her lips.

The clang of steel meeting steel rang out from beneath and around the carriage.

“Yes,” Cassian said, answering her unspoken question.

He reached up and straightened her hair ornament. “Don’t stress. Just riffraff.”

His voice was calm and steady, instilling a sense of security.

Elowen let out a slow breath, her fingers gradually loosening their grip on his arm.

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Suddenly, the whistle of a blade cutting through the air. The carriage door was hacked open, and a black-clad assassin stood before them.

“Be careful!” Elowen acted without thought, throwing herself in front of Cassian.

The assassin sneered, his blade swinging down.

Terror was inevitable; Elowen’s fingers trembled. Yet she did not flinch.

She felt the blade’s deadly approach, a foul wind preceding it against her face. In her fear, she squeezed her eyes shut.

But the expected pain did not come. Instead, a sharp clang rang in her ears.

Elowen slowly opened her eyes, astonished to see Cassian’s back before her.

Tall. Upright.

Holding a sword in one hand, he had parried the deadly strike.

Elowen’s pupils dilated. She looked at Cassian, then at the wheelchair behind him.

She looked at the wheelchair, then back at Cassian.

He… he…

He’s standing?!

The assassin, seeing him rise, also showed clear shock and disbelief.

Cassian said nothing. A flick of his wrist deflected the blade. With blinding speed, he closed the distance. A flash of steel, and the assassin’s throat was slit.

“Your Grace!”

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