The Lady Nun Vows Revenge novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221

Chapter 221

Sarah rushed over the moment she finished handling matters in the main hall, a small paper–wrapped bundle clutched in her hand

“Eliza! Guess what I brought you today?” she said excitedly, waving the bundle like it held treasure.

Eliza was in the middle of tending her herbs patch, replanting a rare medicinal herbs into the spot left empty after she’d moved the dendrobium to another section.

The soil there still held some residual spiritual energy, and she didn’t want it going to waste. So today, she was attempting something bold–planting an especially finicky variety.

And just beneath those broad medicinal leaves, she’d secretly tucked in two sprigs of Bloodshade Blossom, an herb so rare no one outside certain circles even recognized it by appearance.

Startled by Sarah’s sudden voice behind her, Eliza’s fingers slipped, nearly burying the delicate blossom entirely. But she quickly relaxed.

No one knows what this thing looks like anyway, she thought, and resumed planting with deliberate calm. “What is it this time?” she asked over her shoulder. “Something Mary asked you to bring?”

“No, no, not her.” Sarah said, flopping into a seat at the stone table and plopping the bundle down. “It’s from him. The one down at the foot of the mountain.”

Eliza didn’t need her to say more she knew exactly who Sarah meant. Her brow knit slightly. “Why is he always sending things Next time, just don’t accept them.”

“I can’t!” Sarah replied, chin resting on one hand. “If I don’t take them, he’ll just stand out there all day waiting. Poor guy’s been working in the village now, helping the locals to earn money?”

“He’s… working?” Eliza blinked, genuinely surprised.

Dylan–Stonor family’s pampered young master–doing manual labor?

Eliza opened her mouth to decline, ready to say she wouldn’t like it anyway. But when she walked over to the table and unwrapped the bundle, her words caught in her throat.

It wasn’t pistachio cake. It wasn’t lemon cake.

It was a plain, humble Basque cheesecake.

“He bought this?” Eliza asked, her voice oddly quiet, as her gaze landed on the creamy, slightly caramelized surface of the

cake.

A strange sourness welled up in Eliza’s chest, impossible to describe.

He still remembered.

Back when Sophie hadn’t yet entered the Stonor family, Dylan would return from the academy and always bring her desserts–usually from Dinsica House. More often than not, it was Basque cheesecake. Never lemon. Never pistachio.

He had remembered what she liked. And what she didn’t.

But once Sophie came….everything changed. The lemon and pistachio cakes increased. The Basque cheesecakes vanished.

She used to get mad. Used to snap at Dylan, “Have you forgotten what I like?”

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And Dylan had looked her in the eye and said, “‘s not for you. If you don’t like it, don’t eat it. Thought it because Sophie likes it. If you eat it all, what is she supposed to have

The memory made her lips twitch in a bitter smirk.

She picked up a slice of the cheesecake, blank–faced, and ate it. Slowly. Methodically. Until every crumb was gone

Sarah waited until she was done. “Well? How was it?

Eliza stared at the now–empty bundle, her voice emotionless. “Terrible.”

“What? Really?” Sarah leaned closer. Smelled pretty decent to me…

“It was spoiled.” Eliza replied coldly.