All Chapters of Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon’s Love: Chapter 991 - Chapter 1000

Charlotte quietly responded after confirming that he was indeed from a noble family.According to Juliana, Owen's family controlled more than half of Charleston's resources, and even Arthur had to show him some respect. Charlotte sighed in relief, thankful she had not offended him earlier—otherwise, she would have been in big trouble!'Hmph, so what if he’s a noble? I’m still a princess! Whatever, it’s not like we’ll cross paths again anytime soon. Why bother thinking about him?' Charlotte consoled herself, deciding it was not worth holding a grudge against someone like that.The banquet was nearing its end, with people gradually leaving. All that remained were the leftovers and the dim glow of solitary candles.However, Charlotte enjoyed this feeling more—no more scheming between people.Just as she was about to return to her room to rest, Owen appeared again. How annoying. Why could he just not leave her alone?"Charlotte!" Owen called out from behind, standing still as he wait

Charlotte woke up from her dream, and the sunlight had already filtered through the treetops, reaching the window. Birds chirped happily on the branches, basking in the sunlight. The dewdrops on the leaves sparkled in the sunlight like pearls.She walked to the window and gently pulled it open, letting light flood into the dim room, brightening the entire world. Charlotte looked refreshed. Clearly, she had slept well.She stretched and picked up her phone, only to see a message from Juliana: [Charlotte, come down for breakfast. Your father and I are waiting for you in the great hall.]Charlotte quickly dressed up. In ten minutes, her perfect outfit was ready. She was flawless from head to toe. She walked downstairs leisurely, her head held high as she passed the maids and soldiers. With her peacock-feathered cloak, she looked like a regal ancient consort, or perhaps a proud phoenix.She approached Juliana, greeted her, and then sat at the nearby table. Around them were dozens of ma

Matthew woke up to find the gentle Esther sitting beside him, her eyes filled with worry and her brows furrowed together.“Sir, you’ve finally woken up!” she whispered softly, picking up a cloth from the basin of water and gently wiping his face. “You’ve been unconscious for three days and three nights.”Matthew’s head pounded intensely as he struggled to recall the events of that day.'Yes, that day, I clearly saw my body and soul separate… But what's going on now?' Matthew thought to himself.Looking at Esther, he felt an unexpected sense of fear."Miss, where am I?" Matthew cautiously asked, hoping to get some information from Esther.“Sir, you’re at my home! We didn’t know what you were up to that night, but we all carried you back here,” Esther explained with great care.“The doctor worked so hard to stabilize you, and you’ve been asleep for three days and nights. I’ve been taking care of you the whole time! I was so worried you’d wake up and no one would be here.”Matthew

Esther glanced at Matthew with a troubled expression, then at the old lady. She instantly understood what needed to be done. Matthew also realized that the seemingly close relationship between Esther and Eugenie was not as it appeared—there was something deeper and more strained beneath the surface.Matthew ignored the two of them. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, convincing them was futile. The harsh reality in front of him revealed that blood ties were not all-powerful.He returned to the room, where Eugenie lay in pain. He was utterly helpless. Looking at Eugenie, he was reminded of Lucy and how he never wanted to see her hurt either.Matthew held his head in his hands, sitting on the floor in agony. In the olden days, women valued their purity above all else. If he treated Eugenie’s wounds himself, she would surely feel too ashamed to face anyone, and the villagers would shun her as well.Suddenly, Eugenie stopped making any sounds of pain. The air seemed to freeze, be

Matthew was parched and exhausted, his throat nearly burning with thirst. Every step felt like it could be his last. The blazing sun showed no sign of mercy, relentlessly scorching him as he trudged along. His vision blurred, and he was unable to make out anything clearly. Even in his dazed state, however, he refused to stop.As he staggered forward, snowflakes suddenly drifted down in front of him. To his astonishment, he saw a snow-covered plain ahead—a glacier.With the last ounce of his strength, Matthew rushed forward, scooping up handfuls of snow and shoveling them into his mouth. The cold hit him instantly, soothing his burning body. He let out a sound of relief. Soon, the freezing cold invaded his body, wrapping him in an icy grip. His limbs went numb, and his fingers cramped up as he struggled to move. Slowly, he forced himself to continue walking, but the blizzard engulfed him and turned him into a snowman.Still, Matthew pressed on. His body, subjected to both the inten