The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 554

Chapter 554: For The Sake Of Her Husband

Philips weak eyes didn’t fail to notice the shyness suddenly enveloped his granddaughter. He simply ruffled her hair with his hand to show his affection and happiness for her.

"Grandpa, my hair," she offered him a displeased glare like a little annoyed girl, "I am Crown Princess now. I can’t have my hair messy," and tried to soothe her hair with her fingers.

Philip chuckled and teased, "Or are you worried the certain someone would end up seeing you in unkept manner? Let me fix your hair."

Oriana allowed those tumbling fingers to caress her hair. Seeing him in a better mood, Oriana spoke, "Grandpa, I’ve never told you how he and I first met," Oriana revealed. "It wasn’t on the day he found you, but even before then."

"It seems I’ve been missing out on quite a bit," Philip remarked, showing interest in her story. He always enjoyed hearing about her adventures whenever she was away, relishing her animated storytelling, even when she amusingly cursed the people she encountered.

Oriana began recounting everything to him, starting from the day she first encountered Arlan in the forest. The atmosphere between them turned warm and pleasant as Philip laughed weakly now and then at the humorous incidents his granddaughter shared.

"...and he always pretended not to know I was a woman," she complained.

Philip gently poked her forehead with his index finger, a chuckle escaping his lips. "If he could be so easily fooled, he wouldn’t be the crown prince of this kingdom. But I’m delighted that there’s someone who can outwit my clever granddaughter."

She pouted in mock annoyance. "Are you taking his side and praising him, Grandpa?"

Philip grinned, enjoying her reaction. "One must always acknowledge the cleverest among us."

Frowning playfully, Oriana retorted, "I’m not talking to you."

"Alright, my Ori is the cleverest. The prince is just a tad bit smarter than her," Philip teased.

"I’m not buying it," she replied, though happy that Philip had accepted Arlan for her.

The banter between them continued for some time, reminiscent of their interactions from the past when they used to talk like this.

After a while, Oriana remembered, "Grandpa, your hands are cold. You shouldn’t stay out for too long."

Philip agreed, not wanting to impose on her time, and allowed her to escort him back to his room.

Returning to her own chambers with Ana in tow, Oriana recalled that she needed to return to Wildridge Manor by sundown.

"Ana," she called.

"Yes, Your Highness?" Ana replied.

"I’m returning to Wildridge Manor," Oriana began, a hint of hesitation in her voice, "Help me get ready... a little more elegantly than usual..."