The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260: Do Not Leave My Side

In the middle of their dessert, Oriana glimpsed at the prince’s expression.

’I wonder if it is fine to talk. He seems to be in a better mood. Shall I outright tell him that I am a woman? ’

Arlan felt her sneaky gaze at him, and he raised a thick brow at her, his eyes inquiring. She immediately lowered her gaze.

"Anything the matter?" he asked.

She lowered the cutlery she’s holding, unaware her fingers were slightly trembling. "I have something to tell you, Your Highness."

"What is it?"

"I-It is of sensitive nature, but I hope Your Highness will understand the reason behind the situation, as I only deceived you to protect myself." Without waiting for him to respond, Oriana cut to the chase, "I want to tell you that I am—"

"Ahh!"

Smash!

Crash!

A moment of stunned silence descended upon the dining area before all heads turned towards the source of the commotion. One of the servers apparently tripped and the porcelain bowls he carried on a tray went flying, the dishes splattered on the floor in a mess. The server stood amidst the broken pieces of bowl, visibly scared due to this mistake. He didn’t know what to do, and out of panic, he began to gather the fragments with his bare hands, his face flushed in embarrassment.

A middle-aged man who appeared to be the restaurant overseer came over to him and started scolding him.

Oriana tactfully closed her mouth, wondering if the disturbance was a good thing. The timing was impeccable, and for a moment, she felt it was her fortune giving her a sign—that revealing the truth to the prince might not be a good idea.

’Well, maybe not now. If he shows anger or disappointment, what if I burst into tears? We are out in public. Maybe it is better to tell him the truth in a more private setting.’

Arlan wiped his mouth with the table napkin and decisively stood up, signaling the end of the meal.

"It’s noisy."

Oriana and Imbert immediately followed him. Arlan stopped by the place of the incident and looked at the restaurant overseer with a displeased glare.

The middle-aged man hurried to bow. "My Lord, please forgive us for being such a nuisance and disturbing your meal. I will throw this server out right away."

Arlan lazily studied the sweating overseer and the pale-faced server, before giving Imbert a certain look. The knight understood what his liege wanted to do.

Imebrt offered a thick pouch to the overseer as Arlan spoke, "Stop making fuss. Accidents happen to anyone."

The middle-aged man gaped at the pouch filled with gold coins. Before he could say anything to Arlan, the prince was already gone.

The overseer sighed at the server. "Since that benevolent Lord has spoken, I am sparing you this time. Be more careful when you work."

"T-Thank you, Overseer!" The server appeared less shaken. "I will clean this immediately."

The overseer apologized to the other guests and happily returned to his place with that pouch of gold coins.

The tense atmosphere dissipated, and soon enough, the rest of the patrons carried on with their meals, many of them relieved that the situation had been settled.