The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 599

Chapter 599: Talk About Kids

Finishing his work, Arlan returned to his chamber, where Oriana was resting after the servants helped her change into fresh clothes and offered her a warm meal. Feeling better, she sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, gazing at the beautiful view outside.

A servant arrived with a small bowl in hand. "Your Highness, the physician has prepared this ointment for you."

Oriana gave her a questioning look, prompting the servant to explain. "I noticed some bruises on your knees, Your Highness. This ointment will help them heal, the discoloration will fade soon, and the pain will go away as well."

Oriana realized her knees did hurt, but she had been ignoring it, used to enduring pain. The bumpy carriage ride on rocky roads had not been kind to her knees in the position she had been in- straddling Arlan and.... she shook her head to not remember her own bold actions and returned her attention to the servant.

She felt amused by how attentive the servants were to even the smallest details.

"May I?" the servant asked, and Oriana nodded.

Just then, the door to the chamber opened, and Arlan entered. He looked at Oriana while directing his words to the servant. "Leave the ointment on the table."

The servant, her head bowed, placed the small bowl on the table and left the chamber. Arlan picked it up and approached the bed.

Oriana, watching him, understood that he had heard the servant and knew his intentions. "I’m alright. That servant worries too much. There’s no need to apply the ointment."

Arlan sat at the edge of the bed. "I believe my fingers will feel better than the servant’s when I apply the ointment," he said, his hand moving to lift her dress to her knees. "You know how skillful they are."

Oriana’s face flushed with embarrassment as his words reminded her of what his fingers had done to her in the carriage and how she had enjoyed it. She moved her legs away before he could lift her dress, worried he might lead her astray once more. These days, to her senses, he was like a walking aphrodisiac.

He looked at her, his gaze serious. "Do you want me to be an irresponsible husband?" he held her ankle. "I won’t do anything. I know your weak body can’t take it."

Trusting his words, Oriana allowed him to lift her dress, exposing her knees. His gaze observed the discolored skin, and he inspected the bruises. "The seats in the carriage are cushioned. How did your knees end up hurting like this? Do we need to double-cushion it?"

"No," Oriana exclaimed immediately, "There won’t be a next time." She wanted to eliminate any possibility of a repeat incident in the moving carriage.

"Given how weak you are," he clicked his tongue, "You should eat healthily and increase your strength. If you keep getting hurt like this, it’s hard to believe you are the Queen of witches or even a demon princess."

"I am not a demon princess," she said through gritted teeth. "If you are that fond of her, seek her on the night of the new moon."

Arlan could clearly see her jealousy.

She spoke again. "It wasn’t your knees that were troubled in the moving carriage. You were sitting comfortably while I was..." She swallowed the rest of her words, feeling embarrassed about what she was going to say in her fit of anger.

"Next time, I will be the one on my knees," he commented coolly, focusing on her bruises. "I believe you would like it more."

Oriana, already embarrassed, chose to keep quiet, knowing his words would only provoke her to say something she didn’t want to.

She felt his fingers gently brushing against her skin, spreading the ointment with utmost care. Her angry gaze softened at his attentive demeanor. Just as she thought there could be peace between them, she heard him again.

"In the future, you will bear a little dragon or demoness. This won’t do. You need to be strong enough to bear such strong-attribute children. I don’t want you to suffer."

Arlan didn’t understand. "Feel free to say it clearly." _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}