Revenge of the Betrayed: The Domineering Duke Falls for Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 311 - チャプター 320

That day, Lady Fitzroy came to visit the House of Croyso, bringing Wensley with her.Upon seeing Wensley again, Miranda was struck by how different she seemed. Wensley, usually cheerful, straightforward, and lively, now appeared oddly shy, her words hesitant and unnatural. Curious, Miranda pressed her repeatedly until Wensley finally admitted—after the debacle with the impostor who had tried to trick her into marriage, Lord Fitzroy had grown exceedingly cautious. Fearing another scandal, he had begun arranging her betrothal himself, and a match had already been selected. That, Wensley said, was why she and her mother had been too busy to call on Miranda immediately after her return.Wensley apologized over and over.Miranda smiled teasingly. “Don’t apologize. If it’s for the sake of your future husband, I suppose I must graciously step aside.”Blushing furiously, Wensley let out a half-embarrassed, half-indignant gasp, stomped her foot, and lunged toward Miranda as if to silence her w

After the archery contest concluded, Wensley could hardly sit still. She tugged Miranda by the arm and led her purposefully through the winding corridors of the grand festival hall. Miranda followed with a knowing smile—if the goal was to bring Wensley and this Adrian Shaw into contact, surely a meeting point had already been arranged. A brief conversation, a proper look at each other’s temperament—such was the unspoken custom of these social gatherings.After winding through a quiet corner of the upper galleries, they arrived at a bustling gallery overlooking the Great Hall's east side, where a guessing game had been set up. In this part of the kingdom, noble houses often hosted riddle games during grand celebrations like the Festival of Saint Alban. It was a way to test wit, attract promising young men of letters, and offer fine prizes to those clever enough to win them. For some, it was a chance to be noticed by high-ranking patrons or well-matched suitors.This particular table wa

Reginald’s growing irritation was getting harder to hide. He very nearly decided to make a nuisance of himself—perhaps by giving Wensley and that annoyingly well-timed gentleman in the blue coat a little “lesson.” He was just beginning to muster a smile that always meant trouble, when he caught Miranda’s eye. One raised brow, a barely-there shake of the head—classic Miranda for don’t even think about it.With a put-upon sigh worthy of the stage, Reginald abandoned his plan for petty vengeance and settled into the role of the wounded nobleman, dramatically brooding in silence.Miranda took one look at his theatrically sulky expression and nearly laughed. Instead, she turned back to the riddle contest, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.The gem-encrusted hair clip displayed on the platform was dazzling, naturally attracting much attention. A stream of hopeful contestants came and went, each trying their luck at guessing the riddle, but the host only shook his head time and agai

After finally making their way out of the dense crowd, the four of them breathed a collective sigh of relief and began strolling leisurely down the lantern-lit avenue.Miranda, having quietly observed Andrian throughout the evening, found herself rather pleased with what she saw. He seemed sincere, well-mannered, and carried himself with the quiet confidence of a man raised among books. More importantly, he and Wensley appeared to get on well. She could already imagine a peaceful, affectionate marriage for the two of them—something she sincerely hoped for Wensley’s future.As they walked, Miranda noticed that Andrian and Wensley had fallen into an animated discussion about poetry. Though Wensley was not especially well-read in that area, she listened attentively, while Andrian spoke with a gentle enthusiasm that made even dry verse come alive. Their easy rapport made Miranda smile.She gradually slowed her pace, letting the pair drift slightly ahead so as not to intrude on their conver

To her surprise, this man—who appeared so wild and unrestrained—had orchestrated such a precise scheme. His planning was meticulous, and his observations frighteningly sharp. Clearly, appearances could be deceiving.Miranda grew inwardly more cautious.“Of course,” Gavin continued, his voice calm but deliberate, “the reason I dared to test things so boldly is simple: even if I had the wrong person, it wouldn’t matter. I’d just keep looking. But your reaction told me—I wasn’t wrong. A carefully designed trap, meant to go unnoticed, only to be recognized at a glance—wouldn’t that surprise anyone? Wouldn’t anyone in my position want to hear the full story, Miss Miranda? Tell me I’m wrong.”He said it with conviction, watching the flicker in her eyes. Her composure froze for just a heartbeat, and Gavin let out a hearty laugh.“There’s no need to be so startled,” he added with amusement. “You may not have revealed your face that day, but your voice—it was clear, young, and calm. And your f