The Lady Nun Vows Revenge novel Chapter 239

hapter 239

“Getting married?” Eliza blinked, caught off guand.

Isabelle smiled lightly. “Yes, my father arranged in to marry the nephew of Governor Jenson–you know, the distant cousin of the Henderson family.”

Eliza frowned slightly. “If it’s a marriage.. why isn’t someone coming to escort you?”

Isabelle’s lips curled with a soft sneer. “You’re adorable. I’m not going as a wife, Liza–just a concubine. Why would they. bother with trumpets and silk banners for that?”

At those words, Eliza fell silent.

Isabelle shrugged, her voice light as ever. “Don’t feel bad for me. I am the Chancellor’s daughter, after all. Even as a concubine, they wouldn’t dare mistreat me.”

Eliza turned her head voice cold. “Who said I feel bad for you? We’re not that close.”

A flash of hurt crossed Isabelle’s face. “Fine. Maybe I was being sentimental. But… Plutonville is a long way off, and my father didn’t send anyone to escort me. So, Liza, for old time’s sake–could you let my carriage travel with yours for a while? I swear, if you’re not comfortable, I’ll stay inside the whole time. You won’t even see me.”

She looked at Eliza with eyes full of silent pleading. She looked so pitiful, even Aria whispered worriedly behind her,

Eliza, however, didn’t even flinch. “Isabelle, stop clinging to the past. There’s nothing left between us.”

She pressed her lips together, then turned and walked off without looking back.

Watching her disappear, Aria panicked. “What do we do? If she refuses, won’t we be kicked off the route?”

“Who says she refused? Isabelle replied calmly.

Aria blinked. “Didn’t she just say-?”

*You don’t know her, Isabelle interrupted. “If Eliza really didn’t want us there, she would’ve kicked us out on the spot.”

She said the words so coldly… but didn’t drive them away.

Liza, Isabelle thoughCt as her lips curled upward, ‘you’re still softhearted after all

Half an hour later, the convoy was ready. The Black Flag troops had assembled, the supply wagons loaded, and the carriages set to depart.

Nolan led the way on horseback at the very front, clad in full regalia, flanked by the Black Flag guards. Eliza’s carriage traveled in the center–surrounded for protection–while Isabelle’s modest little carriage quietly trailed behind.

Just as she promised. Isabelle stayed out of sight,

And just as Nolan promised, with the Black Flag escorting them, even a tag–along in the rear carriage enjoyed full protection.

They traveled from sunrise to sunset.

By nightfall, the convoy had reached a familiar rest post–the same one they’d used during the previous Plutonville journey. But this time, there were no assassins, no sabotage, no Sophie to stir up trouble. The road was smooth from the start.

By the seventh day, they were nearly at Plutonville.

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Chapter 239

And true to her wood, Isabelle hadn’t shown her face once along the way

an hour.

That evening with only half a day’s journey left, Nolan glanced at the sky and called out, “Tiene to hale West for heave and have dinner early. Once we’re fel, we’ll ride through the night to Mutolle

Better to eat and travel late than push on hungry in the dark

“Strip her. Let Mr. Bradford have a good look.”

“Yes, sir,” Ross replied crisply and went to pass down the orders.

Eliza, still inside her carriage, felt it come to a gentle stop. Moments later, someone knocked

She lifted the curtain–it was Nolan.

Eliza nodded. “Alright.”

“All right” Eliza nodded and stepped out.

As she climbed down, she found herself instinctively glancing toward the rear of the convoy

Nolan caught the motion. He followed her gaze, then looked back with a casual remark. “Don’t worry. They brought their own rations. They won’t starve.”

Eliza said nothing.

They walked to the streamside and sat down. The Black Flag cooks worked fast–soon a large pot of stew was simmering over open

flames.

Delicious smells filled the air–but only Nolan’s bowl held meat. Eliza’s remained her usual fare: plain vegetables and soup.

She ate with contentment. Nolan, however, watched her with mild exasperation. He didn’t bother trying to change her mind

he’d tried before. Eliza could be unreasonably stubborn sometimes, and when she made up her mind, not even the heavens could sway her.

He finished his own meal in a few hasty bites, then took her plate and fork with a grin. “I was just about to wash up anyway Give me yours.”

He was always fast. Eliza barely had time to react.

She held out her hand mid–bite and gave him a mock–annoyed glare. “Fine, fine. I get it. You like washing dishes. From now on, I won’t fight you for it.”

Honestly, every meal was “just happened to be on his way to wash dishes”

Eliza was too tired to call him out on it anymore.

Across from her, Nolan raised a brow. “I also like cooking. Want to try my cooking when we get back to Hasen C

“You cook?” Eliza looked at him in surprise.

“Mm. Learned it from my grandfather,” he said with a nostalgic smile. “His cooking was amazing–I only learned the basics. but it’s not bad.”

“Isn’t there a saying–a gentleman stays out of the kitchen?” Eliza teased

“I’m no gentleman, Nolan said with a shameless shrug, flashing that handsome smile. “At best, I’m a brute.”

He washed both their dishes by the stream and returned, eyes crinkling with amusement. “So‘

‘So! When we

back, will you