The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 608

Chapter 608: You Are My Mate

Standing outside the main entrance of the Manor, Arlan waited for Oriana’s arrival. Soon, the Crown Princess’s carriage entered the walls of Wildridge Manor. With a visible happiness in his eyes, he watched the carriage approach.

Once the carriage stopped, Oriana stepped out with Rafal offering her his arm for support. Arlan was about to step forward, but he heard Oriana speak.

"Everyone, leave us alone." Her voice was cold and clear, making everyone leave.

Arlan glanced at Rafal to understand what had happened, but Rafal simply bowed and left. Arlan understood that Rafal was being loyal to his new master and let him go.

His gaze met Oriana’s, and it was clear she was angry about something.

"Are you upset because I left you in the palace and came here?" he asked, taking a step towards her.

"Stop right there," she ordered, her darkened gaze as if piercing his soul.

Arlan stopped. "What’s the matter?"

"Arlan Cromwell, what’s your relationship with Grace Mortimer?" She looked ready to kill him if he answered something she didn’t like.

"With Grace? There is nothing between us..."

"Liar," she gritted her teeth, and the next moment launched an attacking spell at Arlan, making him stumble a few steps forward.

"Oriana," Arlan was clearly surprised.

She angrily stepped towards him, her eyes filled with darkness. "Tell me, did you take her shopping?"

Arlan understood what was going on. "Okay, let me explain first..."

"Yes or no?" she growled.

"Yes... Ugh..." He was attacked with another spell and thrown back a few steps more.

"You bought her gifts?"

"Oriana, it’s not what you—"

"Just answer, yes or no," she growled again.

"Yes... Ugh..." Once more, he bore another brunt from her.

"You played in the snow, spent a night watching stars?"

He stood firm in his place, ready to bear another attack. He knew she won’t be calm until she vent it all out on him.

"Yes..."

This time he suppressed a groan, but the attack was harsher, and he was thrown onto the stairs behind, lying there gasping heavily, his expressions pained.

That was the demoness for him. When she was angry, she would listen to no one.

Oriana walked towards the stairs and looked at him without any mercy in her eyes.