The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 556

Chapter 556: A Whispered Adoration

Beneath the canvas of a star-studded night sky, Wildridge Manor revealed its most enchanting visage. Expansive and elegant, the manor basked in the gentle illumination of countless lamps, each casting a warm, welcoming glow over its architectural splendor.

As night embraced the world in darkness, a carriage sliced through the quiet, rolling through the main gate of Wildridge Manor. Inside, a woman of striking beauty pressed her hand against the left side of her chest, trying to still her fluttering heart.

Peering out the window, she was captivated by the dreamlike vision of the manor bathed in glow of numerous lamps lit.

Was the manor always this mesmerizing, or did tonight cast a special magic? Or perhaps it was simply her imagination painting the scene in a different hue.

Meanwhile, a handsome man dressed in a stylish white tunic shirt paired with dark pants and boots, lounged casually on the steps of the manor’s main entrance. He sat with one leg stretched along the stairway while the other bent at the knee, providing a perch for his resting arm. His other hand tenderly stroked the soft fur of a white wolf seated beside him. The two shared a tranquil moment, the man’s attention devoted to his companion, his face serene and his ash-brown hair lightly tousled by the cool, gentle breeze.

He heard the sound of a carriage riding towards the manor building and finally raised his gaze in the direction of the sound, his blue eyes calm like the still ocean and his face didn’t have any particular expression on it.

As the carriage halted at the foot of the stairs, Arlan remained still, his gaze fixed intently on its door.

Rafal, with a practiced grace, dismounted his horse and approached the carriage. He opened the door, and dutifully extended his right arm which was clad in a thick leather protector from its wrist to elbow, a silent offering of support to Oriana.

A delicate hand, adorned in grace, emerged, lightly grasping Rafal’s arm just above the leather protector. Oriana descended from the carriage, her movements the epitome of grace, her beauty accentuated by the elegant dress she wore.

The instant she stepped down and lifted her eyes, she found herself caught in the unwavering gaze of the man seated on the stairs with their pet.

Was he waiting for her?

The moment Arlan’s eyes met Oriana’s, he too found himself immobilized. To him, the world around faded into nothingness, his attention entirely captivated by the sole figure before him - his wife, radiant and captivating, commanding his gaze so completely that he found it impossible to look away.

His eyes, piercing and intent, seemed to take her in from head to toe.

Oriana felt a nervous tremor and found herself momentarily rooted to the spot, her heart racing in a rapid crescendo. Time itself seemed to halt, suspending the moment in an almost ethereal stillness as if the time has stopped all of a sudden.

During her journey to the Wildridge manor, Oriana had pondered what she would do or say upon this encounter, yet now, confronted with his presence, she realized she was utterly at a loss.