The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295: She Tastes Sweet

When Oriana opened the door, she found the prince in his sleeping robes, standing by the window of his bedchamber. She wondered whether he was waiting for her arrival, or he was simply lost in thought.

’It has to be the latter, right?’

As soon as Kerry closed the door behind her, all the nerves in her body seemingly came alive. She gulped, her palms clammy with sweat.

"G-Good evening, Your Highness."

Arlan turned to look at her, saying nothing as he stared at her for some time. Though her head was lowered, she could sense his gaze on her. It made her more nervous and she dared not raise her head.

The Crown Prince might be able to act the same, but with awareness, the way Oriana perceived his actions had changed. A man would not gaze at a woman with such intensity for no reason.

Could things truly remain the same between them?

Oriana felt like she had the answer now.

’Why if he is not saying anything? If he plans to do anything, I am...No! I can’t let him!I want to trust him. He won’t break my trust... right?’

Arlan was observing her fidget her fingers in discomfort. He could hear her racing heartbeats, and it told him how nervous she was under her pretentious calm.

This feisty woman who fears no one appeared so delicate at this moment, like a willing prey in front of a predator. It brought a satisfied smile to his lips.

’Finally...’

Was it a good decision to admit that he knew her secret? Arlan initially had doubts. He was aware it would change the dynamics between them, and the easygoing days would no longer return.

’Some things had changed, but for the better.’

Like her current behavior.

Arlan had a long, exhausting day. Due to his prior commitments, he had been busy for most of the day, and he had never gotten a chance to have alone time with her. He was too caught up with work outside the mansion to interact with her to his heart’s content.

Now, he was finally free and she stood before him with no one else in sight to ruin the moment. He could take liberties with her and appreciate her beauty for as long as he wished.

But merely being in the same space could never be enough. A part of his heart demanded more.

"It’s late. We shall sleep," Arlan said as he walked towards the bed.

His choice of words puzzled her. ’What does he mean by ’we shall sleep’?’

She raised her head and observed him make his way to bed. He settled under the sheets as usual before raising a brow in her direction.

Hesitantly, she strode towards him. ’Those words, I hope it’s not what I am thinking of.’

’Her duty is to put me to sleep but she is bold enough to sleep earlier than me. Nevermind.’ A wicked smirk painted on his lips. ’In the future, she will not get much sleep at all.’