The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322: Enchanted by Him

She nodded and met his gaze unwaveringly. "If Your Highness cannot move beyond fleeting emotions and meaningless incidents, then it is his responsibility to address."

Her expression remained cold and impassive, underlining her assertion of truth.

"Such cruelty?" he remarked, a wicked smile playing at his lips.

She composed herself, saying, "Your Highness, our paths diverge tomorrow, perhaps never to converge again. I insist you not to complicate matters for us both."

"Why should we not meet? The distance between us isn’t so great that I cannot reach you."

"As Her Majesty’s lady-in-waiting, I bear responsibilities I cannot forsake for trivial and meaningless pursuits."

"Fleeting emotions? Meaningless incident? A mistake? Trivia and Meaningless Pursuit?l."

Arlan continued to echo her earlier, harsh words as if each of them had pierced his heart deeply like a sharp knife. But he maintained his calm.

"Shall we investigate if these are indeed the terms you attribute to it, if everything is just meaningless to you?"

Their faces drew closer, his gaze penetrating hers profoundly. Panic surged within her, instinctively guiding her hand to her face, clutching her veil as a precaution against any attempt to remove it. He exuded a sense of danger that her instincts warned her about.

Suddenly, a vigorous gust of wind swept through, catching her off guard. The weather transformed abruptly, reminiscent of that night when she had confessed her true gender to Arlan by this very lake, and then the rain had poured.

’The climate in Othinia remains highly unpredictable.’

Abruptly, all the lamps in the vicinity extinguished due to the forceful wind. Before she could utter a word, dense clouds shifted in the sky, shrouding the moon entirely, erasing all traces of visibility.

Oriana’s heart raced with panic. In the darkness, his face eluded her clarity, yet she could sense the intensity of his gaze upon her, his silhouette etched against the obscurity.

"Your Highness, the weather..."

"It’s precisely as it should be," he interjected, dismissing her anxiety entirely.

She sensed his hand glide from her waist to her cheek, while the other hand restrained her, preventing her from withdrawing. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

"I merely wish to know if your heart is truly as unyielding and if nothing between us genuinely leaves an impact on you."

"What do you imply?" Anxieties swirled in her thoughts, a yearning to escape the strength of his grasp. Her eyes strained to capture more than just a shadow of his countenance. She longed for clarity in his visage, a window into his thoughts.

His face drew nearer to hers, his lips pausing a breath away, his warm exhalation igniting her skin.