Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195 Not Just This Matter

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“You must’ve struck it rich lately, carrying around so many silver coins without a second thought,” Julie chattered on as she pulled Herman up to the second floor. “Don’t be so freehanded when you’re traveling –you’ll run through your money in no time. You can stay upstairs for six or seven days easily with what you paid. I’ll hand the money to the innkeeper for you, and you just rest up there to heal your wounds.”

Margaret was roused drowsily by Winter. “Ms. Campbell, the Ducal Palace carriage is already here. You’ve slept in far too late.”

She snapped fully awake. She’d nearly forgotten her morning appointment with Theodore.

He was surely counting on her to finish his acupuncture early so he could attend to other affairs.

She threw on a random dress, splashed water on her face, and checked the side chamber to find Baxter already gone. She tended to Winter’s head wound quickly afterward.

Busy as she was, she didn’t even have time for breakfast before hurrying out.

The estate servants dared not meet her eye as she passed, whispering among themselves now and then. Margaret paid them no mind.

Margaret soon reached the main gate, where a carriage waited for her.

She greeted the attendant briefly and climbed aboard.

The moment she stepped inside, she froze in surprise. “Prince Theodore…”

Why is Prince Theodore here himself?

Theodore’s expression was calm and impassive as he held out a small parcel to her.

Margaret stared blankly. “What’s this?”

Theodore said, “Breakfast.”

The carriage rumbled forward,

Margaret took it in disbelief. “How did you know I hadn’t eaten yet?”

“I didn’t,” Theodore replied plainly. “If you’ve already dined, throw it away. If not, it’ll suffice.”

Margaret fell momentarily speechless.

He really knows how to say the perfect thing.

In modern times, a man with this harm would have no shortage of admirers..

She tucked into the breakfast slowly.

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By the time she finished, the carriage had already stopped outside the Ducal Palace.

Finished

Stepping down, Margaret noticed the carriage was far roomier than before. “When did you get a new carriage? The inside is much more spacious, and the door…”

She trailed off abruptly, a thought striking her.

I only mentioned the old carriage felt cramped the other day, and now a new one sat waiting.

The coincidence is too obvious.

The air inside the Ducal Palace always felt strangely subdued.

Every servant kept their head bowed respectfully, the whole manor wrapped in an eerie silence, yet staff lingered everywhere.

Theodore’s ability to manage his household was far greater than Timothy’s.

As she began the acupuncture session, Margaret realized Winter hadn’t come with her.

She said, “I rushed out in such a hurry I forgot my maid again. Things have been unsafe for me lately…”

“Send Cyan to fetch her,” Theodore said, soaking in the medicinal bath with his eyes closed. “The assassin from last night is being hunted across the entire city. We shall have news soon.”

He already knew everything.

Before Margaret could speak, Theodore went on, “This killer likely works alone, wandering without allies, making him hard to subdue. If he has accomplices, your danger will only grow greater. From today onward, you will stay here at the palace.”

Margaret shook her head at once. “I couldn’t possibly. I’m already grateful enough for you assigning shadow guards to watch over me. I couldn’t impose further by staying here.”

They were both unwed. For an unmarried young lady to reside in a prince’s mansion would spark endless gossip.

Even if she cared nothing for rumors, the whole of Breston would talk.

People would inevitably assume Theodore favored her, which was far from the truth,

He only kept her close for his acupuncture treatment,

Once his recovery was complete, she would have to return home.

How many would mock her behind her back then?

“I’ve already had a guest chamber prepared for you,” Theodore said calmly, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

“It’s truly unnecessary,” Margaret insisted. “The assassin matter is under control. There’s no need for such overblown precautions.”

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