The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320: She Is Beautiful

Seeing her looking at him, he spoke, "Do you also find it hard to take your eyes off my handsome face even though you see me daily? Then you can imagine what Lady Ria must feel..."

"Your Highness, Lady Ria is beautiful as well. She’s so pretty that I believe she’s content with looking at herself in the mirror every day, hardly finding anything that matches her beauty."

Arlan suppressed his smile once more. "Is she truly that pretty?"

Oriana nodded confidently. "She’s so pretty that she has to conceal her beauty from men like you, Your Highness. She’s most afraid of perverts."

He narrowed his eyes on her. "Are you calling me a pervert?"

"Not at all, Your Highness. I put ’Your Highness’ and ’pervert’ in two separate sentences..."

"Shall I remind you of the inappropriate things you’ve been doing?"

Oriana was taken aback. What was he talking about? She was reminded of the time when she helped this prince bathe and even ogled over his body. Her face turned red as she herself knew that unknowingly she had been inappropriate. She had even dreamt about kissing this man.

’I must have lost my mind.’

"Go, inform Lady Ria that I won’t accept ’no’ for an answer," Arlan instructed. His firm and authoritative tone compelled her to obey him.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Just as Oriana stepped out of the room, the smile he had been suppressing until now widened and transformed into a laugh. Leaning back in his chair leisurely, he continued to laugh as his chest heaved up and down with it.

It had been a while since he had laughed so heartily.

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Oriana strolled down the hallway, her unease palpable. Random words from the prince swirled through her mind: "Settle the score," "pleasure," "took advantage." What exactly did he intend to do to even the score? Subconsciously understanding the implications, her palms grew sweaty. "He couldn’t possibly be asking me to..." She shook her head firmly. "No, he wouldn’t. Queen Seren assured me he’s a good man." She attempted to reassure herself, yet a furrow creased her brow in anger. "But why is he behaving like such a creep around me? Why?"

Encountering Neil in the foyer, Oriana greeted him. "Neil, I’ve received an order from His Highness to visit Megaris’ mansion."

"Didn’t you just return from there a short while ago?"

"Yes, but I’ve been tasked with some other important errands."

"Very well. Go ahead."

"I apologize. I wasn’t much help while you were busy packing for our departure."

"Don’t worry. Others are here to assist me. You proceed."

In haste, Oriana made her way back to the Megaris mansion. Striding briskly, a mask of frustration adorned her features. "I’m utterly exhausted from all this running around. I wouldn’t even need to sprint this much to locate herbs in the forest. This spoiled brat’s absurd demands might just be the death of me."

Upon arriving at the Megaris mansion, she made a beeline for the queen, who was occupied with instructing her attendants on packing for the upcoming journey.

"Your Majesty," Oriana curtsied.

The mansion’s expanse was all but deserted, save for a handful of Arlan’s trusted knights stationed at the front. The carriage was directed towards the mansion’s rear garden and came to a halt in the presence of Imbert who alone was waiting for them. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}