The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Mean, But In A Good Way

Oriana’s eyes flew open and found Arlan’s face leaning close to her, half-kneeling on the bed, his hands holding on her pants hovering above her thighs, and their intimate position caused another explosion of heat to cause her face to be as red as ripe tomato. But surprisingly, she didn’t panic—or rather, showed no outward signs of it.

"Alright."

Oriana was about to put her hands on the bed to support her body when Arlan’s next words made her pause.

"Hold on to me," he said, his other hand supporting the small of her back. As soon as she placed her hands on his shoulders, he hoisted her up. She felt the fabric of the pants swiftly, almost effortlessly sliding under her. The entire time, his gaze was fixed on her face, more precisely her eyes.

Arlan slowly and gently put her down on the bed, and his hands moved to button her pants. He then moved away, putting away the items scattered on the bed.

The moment he had his back to her, Arlan’s indifferent expression crumbled. There was relief and a sense of accomplishment, as if he did the most difficult task at the nick of time. It was easier to be on the battlefield and deal with enemies rather than in this room and deal with a single woman.

At this moment, it was as if each of his nerves were stretched taut, his mental strength spent. The most difficult challenge for him was not ensuring her injuries were properly tended to, but in maintaining a proper boundary, to finish the task without doing anything inappropriate. The effort he placed in the past half an hour was ten times more than him planning to intrude an enemy’s territory.

"Thank you, Your Highness," she said after some time, prompting him to regain his composure.

In Arlan’s opinion, his mate didn’t have to say ’thank you’ for the bare minimum.

"You dirtied the bed," was all he said before moving to lift Oriana. He settled her on the chair and removed the soiled bedsheet. Once replaced, he carried her back to the bed.

Awkward silence enveloped the room.

"I will have Neil bring food," he spoke and left the room, giving her time and space to be alone.

Arlan instructed Neil to bring Oriana a warm meal, before asking Imbert about the situation of their group and the rest of the delegation. Inside the room, Oriana could faintly hear Arlan’s voice.

With her embarrassment gone, she recalled everything he did for her, and a light smile painted on her lips.

’Mean, but in a good way.’

By the time Neil brought porridge for Oriana, Arlan discovered that Oriana had fallen asleep. The prince sent his attendant back, and ordered that they rest, even Imbert who insisted to stand guard outside the room. Not only the horses, but everyone went on an overnight journey to hurry to this village. Arlan prioritized Oriana, but that didn’t mean he did not care for his people.

After having a simple meal of bread and dried jerky, their group rested in their own rooms. As for Arlan, no one knew where he went.

About an hour past noon, Neil brought a meal for Oriana. He knocked on the door and was about to enter the room when someone stopped him.

"Give that to me."

Neil turned around and bowed to the blue-eyed man who appeared fresh from a bath, casually clad in an unadorned white shirt and black pants. "Your Highness, Orian missed his morning meal and he probably won’t be able to eat by himself, so I was—"

"I will take care of it," Arlan interrupted him.

"Then, I will carry it inside," Neil said as it was his duty and he could not let the prince carry the food for another servant.

"No need," Arlan said and raised an upturned hand, gesturing for him to hand over the tray.