Chapter 150
Chapter 150
By September, the leaves lining the road had already turned golden, heralding the arrival of autumn.
Time really flies,’ Athena thought wistfully as she sat in the carriage, gazing out at the passing scenery.
At that moment, the street vendors ‘ cries rose and fell outside the window. “Roasted chestnuts! Sweet and fragrant roasted chestnuts, get them while they’re hot p>
Amid the bustling street cries, the rich aroma of roasted chestnuts wafted into the carriage in delicate wisps.
Athena instinctively turned toward the sound, her gaze instantly captured by the chestnut stall.
The chestnuts on the stall glowed with freshness, their alluring sheen glistening in the sunlight. Their perfectly split shells revealed just enough of the golden, tender flesh inside, so inviting that Athena could almost taste their sweetness just by looking at them.
Just looking at them makes my mouth water,’ Athena thought.
Seeing Athena lost in thought while gazing at the chestnut stall, Trina couldn’t help but smile and ask, “My Lady, would you like some chestnuts? Shall I buy you a bag p>
In the past, Athena would have definitely stopped to buy a bag of chestnuts.
Athena had loved chestnuts since childhood, but back then, her heart and soul were completely devoted to Michael.
Every time Athena bought chestnuts, she would painstakingly peel each one by hand, then present them to Michael with fawning eagerness.
But not only did Michael refuse to eat, he even sneered, “As the eldest daughter of the Monson family, you should stop wasting your time on such trivial things. What you really need to focus on is how to be a proper mistress of the house. That’s what truly matters p>
He knocked the chestnuts to the ground and ground them under his boots, leaving nothing but a ruined, unrecognizable
mess.
Those long–gone memories felt as if they were from a past life.
Yet every time she thought of it, the pain still stabbed at her heart like needles.
Athena forced down the ache in her heart and shook her head slowly. “I don’t even like chestnuts anymore. Let’s go p>
The carriage started, only to jerk to an abrupt stop moments later.
The carriage jerked to a sudden stop, catching Athena completely off guard. She was thrown forward violently, nearly smashing her head against the carriage wall.
With quick reflexes, Trina reached out to steady her. She then turned anxiously to the coachman and asked, “What happened p>
“ It’s … It’s Lord Osborne,” the coachman stammered, his voice trembling with fear.
The coachman stared at Michael blocking the carriage’s path, his face pale with terror.
He stood tall and imposing, a emerald–embellished belt cinched at his waist, his chiseled features set in a cold, forbidding expression.
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He stood before the carriage, tall and unyielding like a towering pine.
His icy glare seemed capable of boring straight through the carriage walls.
“Get out.” Michael’s voice was low and icy, each word forced out through clenched teeth.
Hearing Michael’s familiar yet grating voice, a surge of anger flared in Athena’s heart.
‘Back then, he would order me around as a matter of course, like I was just some disposable accessory, Athena thought bitterly.
But times had changed, whatever bond they once shared was long gone, leaving nothing between them now.
Who does he think he is, still talking to me in that condescending, bossy tone? Does he really think I’m still that easy to push around?‘ Athena fumed.
Outside the carriage, silence fell heavily.
Yet that chilling sense of oppression surged through the entire carriage like an inescapable tide, making it hard to breathe.
Trina felt her heart pounding in the tense atmosphere, but for Athena’s sake, she summoned her courage, lifted the curtain, and addressed Michael with careful politeness. “My lady isn’t feeling well today. I’m afraid she’s not able to receive any visitors. ”
She deliberately stressed the word “visitors,” making it clear that to Athena, Michael was nothing more than an unrelated outsider.
She hoped Michael would pick up on the subtle dismissal in her words and finally stop his unwelcome persistence.
Yet Michael stood his ground, his face icy as his voice turned even harsher. “Get out. Now p>
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.