The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154: Feed Me

"Would you like to have something else, Your Highness? Perhaps fruit juice?"

In response, Arlan took the cup of lukewarm tea, taking careful sips that made it apparent he was not even tasting his drink.

None of his servants dared disturb his mood. Because of his silence, even those officials nearby inevitably moved in a quieter manner, mindful to make as little sound as possible.

After he finished the cup of tea, Oriana got the empty cup back from him. "Would you like to have us brew another pot, Your Highness?" Because Arlan took his sweet time drinking, the tea that Neil brewed had long cooled off. Her voice was as polite as it could be, careful to match the prince’s solemn mood.

Arlan didn’t reply, but from his body language— the way he folded his hands behind his back— it made it clear that he didn’t want to be served more tea.

"Your Highness, would you like to have snacks?" she asked tentatively.

Finally, there was a reaction from him as he told the group, "I wish to eat in the carriage." He then turned around to go back to his carriage.

"Yes, Your Highness," Damien said, as he was the one holding the basket of baked snacks.

Arlan merely glanced at the young man’s direction, almost scaring him as if had said something wrong. Wasn’t he just taking snacks as per what his master wanted? Damien felt wronged.

Neil, his original primary attendant, immediately spoke, "Damien, help me check the luggages. Let Orian do that."

Satisfied with Neil’s observation skills, Arlan entered his carriage without another word.

Only then did Damien breathe out and thanked Neil with his gaze. He looked at Oriana. "Carry this to His Highness’s carriage."

She accepted the basket and heard Neil add, "Stay with His Highness till he finishes his snacks."

Oriana was not an idiot, and realized they were pushing for her to stay by the prince’s side. However, she was too exhausted to react. Was there an option to refuse? What was the use of protesting?

Without wasting her energy on arguments, she quietly nodded and brought the snacks inside the Crown Prince’s carriage.

Seconds later, Oriana found herself sitting on the cushioned seat opposite to the Crown Prince of Griven...and for some reason, she felt herself growing nervous under his solemn gaze and didn’t dare raise her gaze to look at him.

The carriage started moving again. Oriana held the small basket of baked snacks in front of Arlan, gently prompting him to grab one, "Your Highness, snacks."

Arlan moved his gaze from her nervous face to the basket in her hands. "Feed me."