When Petals Meet The Blade (Priscilla and Waldo) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

That look in Waldo’s eyes pierced Jessles’s heart, leaving it bleeding and mangled in an instant.

“As his most trusted military strategist, she knew him all too well. s exactly the same as his expression every time he wanded i They had knew each other for years, with their wedding set for next month. Yet now, for a gel he’d met barely a fortnight ago, he was ready All those years of shared affection, of deep trust and loyally, suddenly seemed laughable in the face of that fleeting yet murderous glare.

She let out a bitter laugh. “So, Your Highness wishes to avenge her?”

“You think I won’t?” Waldo’s voice came through gritted teeth, cold and venomous.

Monica, panicked, rushed over. “Your Highness, this has nothing to do with my ladyl it was Priscilla who

“Out of my sig

Waldo snarled and kicked her without hesitation.

Monica crashed to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

“Monical” Jessica snapped back to reality, rushing to her side and helping her up.

Monica tried to speak but instead coughed up more blood, struggling for breath. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted,

“Monical” Jessica cried out desperately, shaking her. “Please, wake up!”

Monica had been with her since childhood. Though a maid, they were like sisters, and Jes

considered her family,

As he saw Jessica’s frantic and helpless expression, Waldo’s fury began to fade.

He rarely saw Jessica so overwhelmed, and the sight stirred something in him, making him want to comfort her.

But in his arms, Priscilla weakly muttered, “You… you bastard… it hurts…” Then her head lolled to the side, and she lost consciousness

Waldo looked down at her ashen face, the blood still seeping from her chest. His heart, which had begun to soften toward Jessica, chilled again.

“You’ve already returned her strike. From this moment on, no one it to speak of it again. If anyone does–I’ll make them regret it. You see to Monica’s

injuries.”

With that, he hurried off, clutching the unconscious Priscilla to his chest.

The urgency of his stride, the tension in his back–Jessica could tell just how much he cared for the girl in his arms.

But at that moment, she didn’t have the energy to think about it.

After settling Monica and making sure she was being cared for, Jessica remained at Garbisch’s side.

Garbisch woke up in the evening, but his expression was blank, and he didn’t say a word.

Jessica said nothing either. She helped him drink some water, then urged him to rest.

He closed his eyes, still silent. It wasn’t until midnight that Garbisch opened his eyes again, his demeanor much calmer this time.

“Jessica, she’s become His Highness’s favorite. But…” He sighed deeply, then continued, “He only sees her as a little girl, nothing more. Don’t overthink it. I can tell his heart still belongs to you.”

Jessica’s chest tightened. Even in his state, her brother was still trying to comfort her.

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