The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 609

Chapter 609: Tasty, Indeed

Arlan continued to kiss her, and when he finally let her go, both were breathless. She spoke, "We are outside."

"No one is here," he assured her. "Once you ordered, all of them already disappeared, leaving their liege to be beaten by his wife."

Oriana felt like laughing at his words but guilt of hurting him overwhelmed her. "Umm, let me see if you are hurt," her hands went to unbutton his shirt. He held them before she could proceed, "If you do it here, someone might think after beating me, you are trying to take advantage of my weakened state."

She retreated her hands. "I was just trying to check..."

"I am alright, trust me. I am a Dragon, and those few attacking spells can’t hurt me. Moreover, I know you were holding back from using powerful attacks."

Seeing him not giving up, she simply nodded and didn’t press the matter.

"You left the palace during afternoon mealtime. You must have missed it. How about we talk properly over a meal? After using so much power, you must be starving by now."

Oriana’s hands moved to her stomach. "I am indeed starving."

He offered her a knowing smile and took her inside the manor. He instructed the butler to prepare a meal for them and guided Oriana to the dining room.

"Wait for me here. I will change my clothes and return."

Seeing his unkempt clothes caused by her attacks, she nodded.

Arlan went straight to his chamber. The moment the door behind him closed, the tough front he had been maintaining melted away. His face was covered in painful expressions, and his hands moved to his chest as he stood there, taking support of the closed door, his eyes closed and brows knitted together.

’Damn, that hurts,’ Arlan groaned inwardly. Inhaling deeply to bear the pain, he went to get clothes.

Standing in front of the mirror, he looked at his discolored torso. ’If she sees it, she might feel worse. It shall heal soon.’

He put on new clothes and returned to the dining area, but Oriana was not there.

"Where is Her Highness?" Arlan asked.

"Her Highness is in the kitchen," the butler replied.

"Huh?" Surprised, he walked towards the kitchen where the servants stepped out of his way. Oriana was standing in front of a burner, making something in a pot. Various herbs were kept on the platform next to her.

He walked inside and stood next to her. A strong bitter smell engulfed his nose. "I thought you were cooking something delicious, but you are..."

"You will find this delicious as well," she said, observing the dark-colored liquid in the pan. "It’s done."

She poured it into a bowl and then looked at Arlan. "I made this potion for you. It will heal you in no time."

But he knew it well—if someone else had given it to him, he would have made that person drink a tub of it until they choked on their own breath. But this was his wife, the one he loved dearly, and he could never get angry at her for anything. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}