The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226 It Was Her

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, the cold edge in his gaze had softened, replaced by shock and something more complicated.

“Well? I didn’t lie to you, did I?” Travis walked over, looking relieved to have survived the crisis and as excited as a scientist discovering a new continent.

He lowered his voice but couldn’t hide how fired up he was. “Cristian, this is huge! This isn’t just about saving your soldiers. This could change interstellar warfare and rewrite medical history! I need you to talk to your wife personally. The military has to work with her closely. Whatever she wants, give it to her! This kind of resource can’t end up in the wrong hands, especially not the enemies‘!”

As Cristian listened to Travis’s frantic, excited whispering, he looked at the injured men finally stabilizing in the emergency center. He could still taste the fresh strawberry on his tongue and feel the soothing comfort in his sea of consciousness. For a moment, everything felt unreal.

Elizabeth…

When her name popped into his head, it was no longer just the vague outline shaped by that cold

agreement.

Fragments of memory began to click into place. It was from one of his trips back to the Centria Planet to report for duty while he was hurrying through a quiet corner of the Military Command headquarters.

A clumsy figure had suddenly stumbled, nearly crashing right into his arms.

He’d instinctively reached out to steady her.

She had looked up at him. Surprised. Bare–faced. Clear eyes. There was a mix of embarrassment and gratitude in her expression.

For some reason, he’d paused for a moment, only letting go after she thanked him.

Then, she quickly stepped back.

He had been in a hurry, so he’d strode off immediately after.

The whole thing lasted maybe ten seconds. But he remembered her face. He had even tried to find out who she was afterward.

He just never expected that she was his gene matched spouse

After that, constant battles had made the memory lade

But now, that faint, incredibly fresh scent he’d sensed for a moment back then weirdly matched the lite force coming from these fruits and vegetables

It wasn’t perfume. It wasn’t artificial. It was like damp soil after ram mixed with the scent of new plant buds in the sun–full of energy, peaceful, and bursting with raw life

Back then, his frayed nerves had felt a tiny, momentary sense of relict from that scent

a flicker of

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Chapter 226 It Was Her

something strange in his heart that he hadn’t even realized he felt.

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But it was too subtle; it was instantly buried and forgotten under the stress and chaos of heading to the front lines and all the chaos of military duty.

Until now.

Until these potatoes, sweet potatoes, and strawberries–all from her hand–pulled his elite soldiers back from the brink of death. They even calmed his own mental power the moment he tasted them.

That forgotten, split–second spark collided with the surge of shock, disbelief, and the strange, overwhelming sense of being “taken care of” in return.

He’d always thought that in this gene–matched marriage, he was the one in absolute control, the one who only needed to fulfill cold, material obligations.

All he had to do was provide resources. She stayed quietly under the title “Mrs. Hewitt.” They didn’t nterfere with each other’s lives. That was the ideal outcome of this arrangement.

He never expected anything in return. And definitely not something like this. Something that changed verything.

t felt incredibly strange.

His thumb absentmindedly brushed the edge of his watch, where his mother’s message said the gift was carefully prepared by Elizabeth.”

Carefully prepared… huh?

So, that brief encounter–that faint scent that had stirred his heart–wasn’t just one–sided?

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