The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 347: Breakfast together

Abrielle’s attention was now focused on the ever-serious Evelyn; it was rare to see her being flustered. She was trying so hard to act normal but her red ears were giving her off.

"But you sounded very sad not to have chances to duel. You miss duelling with him and spending time together." Abrielle was holding the terrace walkway rails. Her attention was on Evelyn.

The rain poured heavier, and the Princess had grown bored of the knights she wanted to see so badly before. She was more interested in Elias and Evelyn.

"I don’t miss spending time with him, and besides, there is no way he would be interested in an older lady or anything besides his job." Abrielle could sense the spite on Evelyn’s face.

"So you like him but you are scared because you think he doesn’t like you." Evelyn’s jaw dropped. Where was the princess getting all these ideas from?

"I don’t like him, we will never work out. Elias is always too serious, and I hardly smile. Imagine how that would be." Evelyn sighed.

Abrielle laughed so hard at the image of Elias and Evelyn together. They were so damn serious if they had children, the poor babies.

Evelyn pouted her lips honestly, "Even though we trained together, they never saw me in that way. Curtis is prettier than me; just imagine having a husband prettier than you. Besides, I heard he is courting a palace maid. Axel, on the other hand, would have been the best fit, but he is scared of me after I brutally beat him, and the rest of the knights are all the same. At this rate I will die single, not that it matters. I have dedicated my life to serving Cedric."

Abrielle was amazed but for a different reason, "This is the longest you have spoken; you look better with that relaxed look on your face. Maybe Elias will fall for you if you are less uptight." Abrielle mentioned.

Evelyn had this glow on her face, which she had never seen before, one she never imagined the assassin to have. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"Sorry if I ranted out too much." Evelyn apologized, her face going serious. "No, it’s fine, you should talk more often."

"I would rather not," Evelyn replied then glanced back to the fight. "It is almost over, it Is rare to see Elias get beaten up. The prince should cut them some slack and yet this isn’t his full potential."

Her words made Abrielle pay attention to the spar. It was truly almost over, the knights had already grown tired of fighting. Axel was the first to give up before the other followed

The junior knights were all amazed at how Cedric handled them like it was nothing. They have all seen those men in battle and knew they were monsters, but yet the first prince was the higher monster.

"We are done here. Make them run 20 laps and you all are included." Cedric commented tossing the sword in his hand on the wet ground. ..

"I guess you are happy now," Elias sneered at Axel, who suggested they duelling. The castle had an enormous estate.

Cedric glanced at the terrace, his eyes falling on Abrielle, who had been talking all this while about Evelyn’s fondness of Elias, which he heard clearly because he was curious about what made Abrielle squeal in excitement.

This was a piece of information he never expected. Abrielle shrank back, sensing Cedric’s gaze. A maid was waiting for him with a towel under the veranda; he left the rain to accept the towel he used to dry his soaking hair.

"The princess requests to have breakfast with you." The maid informed him.

"I will join her shortly," Cedric replied; the maid bowed and then moved away. He glanced back at the terrace, Abrielle was already gone.

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The large dining door was pushed open, and Cedric made his way in; he was already dressed in another outfit, regular comfy clothes, not the official expensive ones he normally wore.

Out here in Blackthorn, Cedric was a bit casual. "You finally arrived, I thought you would not be coming." He heard her voice, calm and soothing he almost forgot he should be mad at her.

Not only did she go to the training grounds as she wanted to stare at shirtless men but she exposed herself to the cold when she had a very low tolerance.

"More like you were hoping I would not come. I hope you enjoyed your show. Which one did you like more, the skinny guys or the buffed-up ones?" Cedric sneered as he walked towards her. Abrielle let off a dry laugh.

"I like them moderately, not too lean or buffed off." Abrielle played along, Cedric smiled as he stopped behind her. He bent over to place a soft peck on her forehead that left her flabbergasted.

It was weird seeing this tender side of Cedric. She awkwardly cleared her throat.

"You are lucky I fall under that category." Cedric sneered taking his seat at the head of the table with Abrielle at his right.

"You are not as mad as I expected; I guessed I have been forgiven for running away.." she tried to push a bit further. There was a slight shift in Cedric’s mood.

"You never explained why you decided to leave Abrielle; even if you don’t tell me everything, I deserve to know what I did wrong."

Her heart squeezed hearing him, she picked up a scone to apply jam on it. "It’s hard to describe. I felt suffocated, and I’d rather not talk about it." She replied it felt frustrating how she was still not explaining things.

Cedric groaned, tongue-tied. Abrielle quietly started to eat. They might have been married for a while, but the number of times they ate together was a handful.

"Cedric," she called out, placing her cup on the table. "I am all ears," he said, sensing she had something to ask.

Abrielle was hesitant to ask, her lips parted. "I was wondering if maybe you can get Evelyn to train me in combat." She asked if the story still follows similar events in the future. She needed to know how to fight.

"Why? Let me guess it’s another plan of yours to make your next escape plan succeed." This was going to be harder than she thought, Cedric didn’t trust her.