The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 541

Chapter 541: Demoness Loves Beauty

When Oriana finally woke up, it was already late. She sat up in the bed and all of sudden the curtains along the window were drawn aside, allowing sunlight to fill the room.

As she took in her surroundings, a figure emerged from the side chamber, draped in a sleek black shirt and pants. He stood before the mirror, meticulously adjusting his attire. Oriana’s gaze fixated on him, captivated by his devilish allure. Her heart quickened its pace, seemingly unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence.

’What’s wrong with me?’ she inwardly chastised herself, attempting to quell the fluttering of her heart. ’No, it’s not me. It must be the Demoness inside me, stirred by the sight of this handsome man. He wears dark clothes, and demons are drawn to such hues. It’s definitely not me.’

"Good Morning," A voice interrupted her internal turmoil, and Oriana snapped back to reality, realizing he was addressing her.

"G-Good morning," she greeted, her eyes meeting his through the reflection in the mirror.

The guilt of sleeping till late was evident on her face while he was already getting ready for work.

’How did I end up sleeping so late,’ she thought and said to him, "You should have woken me up."

"You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn’t want to disturb you," he replied, slipping into the black tailcoat and meeting her gaze through the mirror. "Care to lend me a hand?"

Oriana noticed the absence of servants around to assist him. Was it because she was present in the chamber, and Arlan didn’t allow them inside, preventing them from carrying out their usual duties?

She rose from the bed and approached him, accustomed to aiding him in his morning preparations due to her role as his personal aide. With practiced ease, she began assisting him with the tailcoat, her fingers deftly settling the fabric into place.

"I’ll fetch the accessories," she offered naturally, stepping into the side chamber as Arlan observed her movements. Returning swiftly, she presented a selection of carefully chosen adornments on a small tray. "These will complement your black attire beautifully."

Arlan didn’t even spare a glance to those accessories, his attention fixed on Oriana’s focused expression. She was the epitome of beauty in his eyes; what need had he for trinkets?

As Oriana adeptly fastened each piece in place, she couldn’t ignore the weight of his gaze upon her. Succumbing to the pull of his stare, she raised her eyes to meet his.

"What’s the matter?" she inquired, a subtle blush gracing her cheeks.

In that moment, it felt as though the pieces of their relationship were finally falling into place, everything seemed so natural as if this is how it had always been.

"I’m waiting for you to finish so I can attend to something more important," he answered calmly.

She resumed her task, nearly done with fixing the cufflinks. "And what might that be?" she inquired.

"You’ll find out once you’re finished," he replied, his gaze unwavering as he watched her work.

"It’s done," she declared, releasing the sleeve.

"Good," he responded, swiftly pulling her closer, his hands encircling her waist.

"What are you—" she began, but her words were cut off as he drew her face closer to his own, his intentions clear.

"The more important task I mentioned," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.

Oriana’s hand flew to cover her mouth, the other grasping onto his clothing for support. "I need to freshen up," she managed to protest.

Arlan chuckled softly at her reaction. "Since when has that ever mattered?"

Her gaze lingered on his handsome face, his small smile rendering him all the more enchanting. ’God, why did you have to make him so irresistible?’ she mused internally, her heart fluttering in response.

He raised a questioning brow, silently urging her to remove her hand from her mouth. However, she shook her head, her captivating eyes peeking just above the border of her delicate palm, a clear sign of her protest.

’Since when did she learn to be so adorable?’ he couldn’t help but wonder, recalling her as the bashful woman from his memories, who seemed to fear nothing.

"I’m in a hurry to leave," he stated, "I can’t afford to be late for the Royal court."