The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350: Planning Her Safety

As Arlan prepared for the day, Oriana dutifully resumed her role as his personal aide. She stood before him, meticulously attaching accessories to his attire, her gaze fixed on her task.

Arlan couldn’t help but notice her demeanor, sensing that she still harbored some anger from their earlier exchange after waking up. Her lips were tightly pressed together, a clear sign of her effort to contain her displeasure as she unwillingly tended to her duties. A careful observation revealed the faint puffiness of her cheeks and a slight upward crinkle at the tip of her petite nose, which had taken on a faint hue of red.

’I didn’t expect her to be this upset. Is she planning to avoid me altogether?" Arlan mused, concerned. However, he quickly reassured himself, thinking, ’Perhaps it’s for the best, at least for now. This way, I can avoid her questions about last night. I can endure her anger for a while.’

But then, an inner frown crept upon him, and he couldn’t help but think, ’Why do I feel like a husband who’s done something wrong and is attempting to evade his wife’s confrontation?’ A subtle smile graced his lips as he entertained the thought, ’She would make quite the formidable spouse, one a husband should be cautious of.’

With a playful smile still on his face, he continued to observe her countenance. An impulse surged within him to playfully pinch her puffed cheek and tap the tip of her tiny nose with his finger to tease her.

His hand seemed almost poised to do so when she stepped back and announced, "It’s done, Your Highness."

Oriana remained obediently bowed, not granting him even a single glance.

After a morning meal, Arlan immersed himself in his study, engrossed in discussions with his personal adviser, Jason. Oriana, despite her lingering anger, knew that she had to set aside her pride and speak to him. Her purpose was clear: she needed his permission to depart for Wimwark the next day. However, she decided to wait until he finished his work.

While Arlan was deeply engrossed in his tasks, Oriana quietly brought tea for both of them and discreetly observed the prince. As the minutes passed, she contemplated the right moment to approach him. She quietly waited outside the study for them to finish the work.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jason finally emerged from the study. Without wasting any time, Oriana hurried inside to speak with the Prince.

She stood resolutely across his desk, her voice steady as she addressed him, "Your Highness, may I have a moment of your time?"

Arlan looked up from his work, surprised by her sudden change in demeanor. ’A while ago she was angry and now talking to me?’

He couldn’t help but remark, a teasing glint in his eyes, "I thought with that temper of yours, you won’t talk to me at all."

Oriana knew as a servant she didn’t have the right to show her anger to the Prince. "Forgive me, Your Highness. I hope you can pardon the ignorance of your servant."

Arlan studied her face, sensing that she had set aside her pride for a significant reason. He didn’t want to trouble her further if she already had pressing matters to attend to.

"What is it?" he asked, his tone softening.

"Thank you, Your Highness," Oriana expressed her gratitude. "However, I will need to remain in Wimark for a few days, unlike my previous brief visits. Since my family and I will be leaving our village, I’ll require some time to make the necessary preparations." _{freewёbnoνel.com}