The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 563

Chapter 563: Annoying Friends

Drayce walked towards the couch in the lounge area and settled himself comfortably. "I came to see how you are doing after finally being able to consummate your marriage." His voice laced with teasing.

"Says the one who took an eternity to get there," Arlan retorted, sitting in his chair behind his desk.

"My wife was a minor," Drayce countered easily, "But once I had her, I didn’t let her leave our chamber for the entire week. If not for her begging me to let her go and resume my work, it would have continued even longer. Obviously, unlike you, whose wife has left you alone the next morning."

"Stop showing off already," Arlan frowned. "Your wife didn’t have the responsibilities of her maternal family tagging along with her. Good for you that they were desperate to send her away instead. Not everyone has such privilege when once wife solely focus on her husband."

"Jealous much huh? All these are just excuses," Drayce didn’t let up, eager to irritate his friend further, "Seeing you so free instead of keeping her with you for at least a few more days, should I conclude that my friend lost his marbles in just one night against the demoness? Are you bringing shame to the Dragons?"

Arlan glared at him, his demeanor anything but calm. "Do you think I wanted to let her go? If not for that dying old man, I would not have allowed her to leave. I wish he would pass soon, but then I don’t want him to die either, as it would make her sad," he ran his hand through his hair, agitated. "I wish I could just keep her with me, but then I am worried about not being able to hold back and end up infusing her body with more of my darkness. I saw how greedy that demoness inside her felt when she sensed my darkness. It made me worried that her demonic form might take over and I would end up losing my Oriana."

"That is certainly something to worry about," Yorian added.

Arlan turned to Yorian. "Is there a way to prevent her from absorbing my essence when we are intimate, so I don’t have to worry about her body being overwhelmed by the darkness?"

"You mean, you’re asking if there’s a way to be intimate with her without transferring your essence?" Yorian asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

Irritation flashed on Arlan’s already annoyed face, "That’s exactly what I’m asking."

"You can indeed control whether to transfer your essence," Yorian explained. He then conjured a book onto the desk in front of Arlan. "Sierra thought this might be useful for you. It discusses demons and essence sharing. It should help you understand better."

Arlan eyed the book and then shot a disgruntled look at Yorian. "Why didn’t you give this to me sooner?" he demanded.

If he had known this sooner, he wouldn’t have had to hold back the previous night and could have proceeded as he wished. The already irritated Dragon felt like throttling the elf.

"You never asked," Yorian responded with a shrug, clearly amused by Arlan’s irritation.

Gritting his teeth, Arlan picked up the book, his anger barely contained. "You two can leave now," he managed to say through clenched jaws.

Drayce and Yorian exchanged knowing glances as if they had no intentions of leaving so soon.

"Ignoring your friends now, are you?" Drayce commented, the corner of his lips curved in sly smirk.

"A friend who is here to show off how long he enjoyed with his wife, and then find joy in his troubled friend’s misery, is not welcomed at this moment," Arlan spoke while ready to flip through the pages.

Drayce didn’t budge, recalling the times when Arlan used to revel in his own misfortunes."If we’re keeping score of such moments, then I have plenty of reasons to have shown you the door many times over."