When Petals Meet The Blade (Priscilla and Waldo) novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126.

Chapter 126

Waldo couldn’t tell if she was truly foolish or just impossibly headstrong.

He said coldly, “Priscilla, I do like you. But I’m a prince–I can’t possibly marry a woman who’s once lived under my brother’s roof.

“You think you’re the only man in the world I could want?” Priscilla was furious. The nerve of him to suggest that in the end, she wouldn’t even be worthy to become his concubine.

She almost laughed. ‘Concubine? Who the hell wants that?‘

Without another word, she turned to leave.

Behind her, Waldo felt a chill sink into his bones. Watching her walk away so resolutely, he was struck by a sudden, overwhelming weakness.

All this time, he had braved the storms, defied everyone just to be with her–and for what?

The traits that had once enchanted him–her boldness, her spirit, her untamed honesty–now seemed to twist into stubbornness, recklessness, foolish pride.

For the first time, Waldo felt a deep, weary fatigue, a heaviness that made him wonder if he even had the strength to chase after her again.

Priscilla’s steps faltered ever so slightly. She didn’t hear him coming after her, and for a moment, her heart tightened. ‘He’s not going to chase me?”

But she clenched her jaw. She couldn’t turn back now. Turning back would be admitting defeat.

She hadn’t truly intended to go to the Davon House. She just wanted to provoke him, to push Waldo into apologizing, into swearing he’d never glance at Jessica again.

Yet Waldo stayed silent. Just as she hesitated, unsure if she should keep walking or stop, Waldo’s hoarse, exhausted voice broke the heavy air. “I said I couldn’t take a woman who’s lived at my brother’s house. Are you really too stubborn to understand what that means?”

“I don’t want you anymore, not the other way around-” Priscilla spun around, ready to snap back at him.

But the moment she saw his face, every word caught and died in her throat.

He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t pleading. His face was frighteningly calmh, yet in his eyes was something even more devastating–an exhaustion so deep it bordered on despair, a kind of hopelessness she’d never seen in him before.

“If you insist on going,” Waldo said quietly, “then this is where we end.”

He turned his face away. At the corner of his eye, a tear trembled but never fell.

He held it back. Even now, he wouldn’t let himself break.

His voice was distant, almost indifferent. “Davon just wants to use you to humiliate me. He’ll never truly care about you. From now on, take care of yourself. Don’t trust so easily.”

Without another word, he swung himself onto his horse, yanked the reins, and galloped away.

Priscilla stood frozen, staring after him, stunned. That bastard–what the hell is this supposed to mean? He’s leaving me? He actually dares?‘

But Waldo didn’t look back. He was gone.

At some point, Davon had appeared behind her, standing silently by her side, watching the fading figure with an increasingly satisfied smile.

“Looks like you made Waldo angry,” Davon said with a low chuckle. “Aren’t you going to chase after him?”

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Chapter 126

Why the hell should 17 Prella snapped, though her chest ached to badly she could hardly breathe, the teamed up with cutaldars to he first. Why should be the one to apologize?”

It’s not like I don’t have other options, she told herself fiercely. Waldo isn’t the only man who would want me.

But no matter how hard she tried to convince herself, the bitter sting in her heart wouldn’t go away,

Priscilla thought, ‘Does he really not want me anymore?‘

Priscilla glanced at Davon, her voice stiff. “I–I won’t be visiting you today after all. Maybe… another time.”

She turned to leave, but halfway there, she suddenly remembered something, hurriedly stripped off the cloak Davon had draped over her, and tossed it back at him.

Then she leapt onto her horse and rode away without a backward glance.

Dead bastard, she thought, her heart a storm of anger and sorrow. ‘He’s really not coming after me. So where the hell am I supposed to go now? I’m riot, crawling back to beg him–no way