The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Bloody Pig!

'What an amusing young lady,' Arlan could not help but smile as he watched her hollering like a kid throwing a tantrum.

As for her earlier words, Arlan overlooked the slight. He had been the target of countless death threats over the years and knew very well Oriana did not really mean it.

As the server placed a new pitcher on their table, Arlan commented, "Hey, I know I am footing the bill, but you should not drink too fast. I am yet to finish my second mug."

"It's because you drink too slow."

"You drink too fast."

Oriana showed off, finishing another mug with relish, her face not even showing a hint of redness. "Coz the beer here is as stale as water!"

Of course, that was not the truth. Since she could not stab this brat a hundred times, then the next best thing she could do to vent out her grievance was to empty his pockets of a hundred coins!

When his parents find out he spent so much overnight drinking outside, even if they were filthy rich, they would be disappointed with their son's prodigal behavior, right? This annoying young master would probably be punished and his allowance withheld, maybe even be grounded in his household.

Hmph! She would make him regret making her wait! She would make him regret forgetting her knife!

"Didn't Young Master say I look like I drink a lot? Well, well, well, you guessed right!" She emptied her mug again and screamed at the busy server. "What the hell are you doing there, boy? Bring more beer!"

Arlan could not tell which was more impressive—the temper of this woman or her alcohol tolerance. He could probably watch her drink all night and he would not be bored.

"Coming, mister! Please wait!" the server shouted back.

Business was business, and of all the customers for the night, the needs of that table was top priority; afterall, it was rare for a nobleman to visit a commoner's tavern. The server left the table occupied by eight people—there were four drunk men who were playing cards, sitting with their hired prostitutes.

One of them glanced at Oriana and commented, "That pretty boy looks prettier than these sluts here."

The others agreed to it as they laughed. Unbeknownst to them, that pretty boy's companion was glaring in their direction, displeasure evident in his ocean blue eyes.

Arlan's sharp hearing caught their exchange even amidst the noise within the tavern.

"So the rumors are true. Nobles do love playing with pretty boys more than girls these days."

The man reached their table and a grimy smile spread on his face. "Hey you, pretty boy, after playing with this young master, how about you come with us? Just name the price and we will make sure you'll be satisfied!" _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}