The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Who Is This Lady In Black?

Arlan’s mood change was more than enough to give Rafal goosebumps. Quick on the uptake, he found an excuse to escape. "My lord, I-I shall now head back to my patrol duty."

Imbert also signaled the servants as well to leave.

Within the peaceful garden gazebo, there were only Oriana, Arlan and his knight, these three silently scrutinizing each other. For a good minute, no one said a word.

Oriana never expected to be in such an uncomfortable situation. Arlan was still leisurely reading, his expression nonchalant, as if he had no intention of initiating conversation. Meanwhile, the cold-faced guard standing behind him acted like Oriana did not exist.

’It is as if he is not the same person I met in the market.’

Only now did Oriana truly feel the immense disparity between their status. Outside, Arlan behaved in an easygoing, shameless manner, lowering himself to match her commoner status. It gave her a wrong impression of what Arlan was like.

Today, it was her turn to step into his world, a stifling world of luxury, where a noble’s dignity was inviolable, where servants walk on eggshells in order to not displease their master.

This solemn Arlan... was intimidating.

She began to open her mouth to speak, but she stopped midway, wondering if in this atmosphere, she needed his permission to speak. Would he find it rude if she began demanding—no, asking for her knife to be returned? Maybe she should wait till he finishes?

Arlan closed a scroll before picking up his teacup. His ocean blue eyes were trained on her slightly trembling body.

"Pardon for the wait, as you can see, I am swamped with work." His tone was not apologetic at all. "I was not expecting you to find me till late in the afternoon. I believed you left the inn on foot. The travel back and forth straight from your remote village must have exhausted you."

Oriana was caught off guard by his words.

’What’s with this guy? Is he hinting at something?’ For some reason, her heart skipped a beat. His way of talking sounded like an interrogation. ’I don’t think I ever mentioned where I live, so he could not have known a roundtrip to the city would take me about six hours’ worth of traveling on foot if not for trespassing the Wimark Estate’s forest which makes me reach here only in an hour. I can not let him know I am that trespasser...’

"Why are you not speaking?" Arlan asked as he sipped tea in an unhurried manner.

"Uncle!"

They heard a sweet, girlish voice break the subtle atmosphere. A little girl of around five to six years old jumped down from the open door of a carriage, escaping from a woman to run towards the garden.

"Young Lady, please be careful!" the woman who seemed to be her nanny called out.