The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 565

Chapter 565: I Have Accepted Him

Oriana reached the Verner residence, the worry about the old man palpable on her face. As usual, Philip was sitting in the garden, soaking in the sunlight.

"Grandpa," Oriana called cheerfully and approached him.

The old man smiled at her, pleased to see her cheerful face.

She knelt in front of him and held his hand. "What are you thinking about, Grandpa?"

"Will you be angry if I answered honestly?"

"I won’t."

"I was thinking that I would like to be buried here in this mansion," he replied. "Will you fulfill my wish?"

Oriana felt sad to hear it, but both were aware of the reality. "Yes, Grandpa. I will do as you wish."

"My Ori has truly grown up," he patted her head. "You seem more cheerful than usual. What happened to make my Ori change like this?"

"Is it?" she asked. "I think I’m always like this."

"Go and look at yourself in the mirror," the old man suggested with a chuckle.

Oriana touched her cheeks, now covered in a light blush. Was it because she and Arlan were finally together like husband and wife?

She looked at the old man, eager to relieve him of his worries. "Grandpa, as you told me yesterday, I did accept him. We are together now."

Philip’s expression grew even happier. "Are you truly happy now?"

"Yes, Grandpa."

"Now I can die without having anything to worry about. As long as you live a happy life, I can rest in peace."

"Grandpa, don’t talk like that."

"What? Do you expect me to live long enough to see your kids? I would love to, but we both know that’s not possible."

"Grandpa..."

"Make sure to bring them to visit me once in a while since I’ll be here in this garden. I will be content with that."

She could only agree to his wishes. "I will, Grandpa."

Ana arrived there. "Your Highness, the meal is ready."

"Let’s have it here in the garden," Oriana ordered.

After the two of them had their meal, Oriana spent some more time talking to the old man before taking him back to his chamber to rest. Once she stepped out and entered her own chamber, she found someone sitting on the sill of her window.

"Lord Yorian?" Oriana exclaimed, a touch of surprise in her voice.

"You don’t have to be so happy to see me to the extent of shedding tears," the elf commented teasingly. "I am happy to see you as well."

Oriana chuckled and walked towards him, widening her eyes, "There are no tears."

"I believe your heart is crying with happiness at seeing me," Yorian retorted. "You could try showing me your heart, but I’m not keen to see such a bloody sight on such a pleasant day."

"As if I would even do that for you?" she mumbled with a frown. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

He jumped down from the window sill and stood facing her. "Give me your hands."

Though startled by his sudden demand, Oriana placed her hands into his and waited to hear what he would say next.