The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 336

Chapter 336: Lift Your Hips

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "How are your legs? Be honest."

"Only the knees and that sprained ankle...then a few minor scratches..."

"Can you really treat those on your own?"

"I will try...I mean, I can reach them so..." she answered, hoping he wouldn’t force her.

In the end, Arlan gave in to the stubborn woman’s wishes.

"Suit yourself."

Her eyes showed gratitude, and then a hint of hesitation.

"Uhm, but then, do you mind? My bag and clean water, can you bring them to me...?"

It was embarrassing. After refusing his help, she still ended up asking for help.

Arlan wordlessly fetched the clean basin of water and her bag from the table, placing them on the empty space next to her. He also arranged the washcloth and the herbal paste on her side.

"Anything else?" he snapped, obviously unhappy.

Oriana awkwardly smiled. "Thank you, Your Highness."

Who was the master and the servant in this situation? Oriana could only act shamelessly. The displeased prince turned around, his back facing her, but his tall figure did not stray far from the bed.

She wanted to ask if it was possible for him to leave, but she swallowed her words back. In the first place, this was his room, not to mention, he gave into her requests, albeit reluctantly. Such a considerate act from him was impossible to imagine in the past.

To think the overbearing and impatient Crown Prince of Griven was tolerating her to this extent...

Today was a good day, if not for her body racked with pain.

Trusting he would not turn around, Oriana started to remove her belt and then unbutton her pants. If it were only her ankle, all she needed was to roll up a pant leg. However, her knees also needed treatment, and it would be counterproductive to remain in dirty pants.

’Can I stand?’

Hesitating, she chose to remain seated on the bed. Merely moving her arms was pure torture, and she could not imagine how worse it would be if she moved her legs.

She struggled to squirm her hips out of the dirty garment. All her muscles ached in protest. Every time she would use force on her right hand, it was as if she was tearing the wound on her palm open.

’I should have asked His Highness to bandage my hand first,’ she regretted, but it was too late now.

After several minutes, she managed to bring her pants down to her thighs. She bent her knees, struggling to remove the rest of her pants past them.

By then, her forehead glistened with a thin layer of sweat, gasping for breath as if every second was a chore. Even the slightest movements sent a wave of pain through her body.

Removing that single article from her body had exhausted her energy. At this moment, she was tempted to just give up and go back to sleep.

Meanwhile, Arlan was glaring at the door, his arms crossed over his chest as he begrudgingly counted the seconds passing by, the occasional grunts and muffled swear words escaping Oriana’s lips making him exasperated.

’How stubborn!’