The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155: Such A Baby

"Your Highness, that one...."

"Hmm! You didn’t die so it doesn’t seem poisoned...," he interrupted, making Oriana swallow her words.

’He just ate the one I, his servant, ate. Is he alright?’

"...but it’s not up to my liking," she heard him again.

’What? Not up to his liking? Are his taste buds dead?’

"You can finish them all," he said.

"Me?" she uttered in disbelief.

"I don’t see anyone else here," he said, "And why are you hesitant? Don’t you always eat what is left by me? Or do you want to waste precious food?"

"Apologies, Your Highness! I will make sure to eat it."

"Not a single one should go to waste," he ordered.

She nodded and started munching on the cookies one by one and she swore her stomach felt much better with every bite.

It did not take her a while to gobble up everything, "I finished it."

"Good," he replied. Oriana couldn’t tell for sure but he seemed to suppress a smirk.

After finishing up the entire basket of cookies, she started feeling parched. She badly needed water but realized that her water carrier was in another carriage. Sighing internally and gazed hopelessly out of the window.

’Seems like I have to endure until we reach the next destination.’

"Pass me water," she heard him say.

She instantly sat up straight, put down the basket beside her on that long seat she was sitting on and moved to get the water carrier hanging from one side of the carriage. It was a beautifully carved wooden water carrier which even had a golden crest of the Palace of Thistle carved on it.

She immediately opened the lid and was about to hand it on to him but he just raised an eyebrow in response.

This time, Oriana was quick to understand, "I will drink it first to check if it’s poisoned, Your Highness."

She gladly took a sip and felt her throat and stomach instantly finding another wave of comfort. She wanted more but it was water meant for the Prince.

She looked at him, holding the water carrier tentatively on her right hand, "It seems fine," but he stayed idle as if saying she didn’t do it right.

’Will it hurt to lean forward, you brat?’ she cursed inside. As if it was not difficult enough for her to keep her balance in that shaky carriage, she even had to lean down towards him while maintaining a respectable distance between them. _{freēwēbnovel.com}