The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 713

Chapter 713: Virgin Mistress

Nathaniel went to the memorial room at the estate, where his mother’s ashes were placed. He lit scented sticks in front of the memorial slab and knelt before the altar, his head bowed in front of the only person in the world to whom he would ever lower his head.

"Mother, I know I haven’t been a good son by leaving you in this place all these years, letting you see that disgusting man every day, even after your death. But not anymore. I am free from him now, and I can take you away. I’ll make sure you rest in a peaceful place where he will never be able to reach you. Just bear with it for a little while longer, alright? There’s something I need to do before we leave this place."

He stayed there quietly for a while before leaving, his gaze filled with determination.

Late at night, Nathaniel’s butler brought him wine. Sitting on the open balcony of his chamber despite the cold, Nathaniel enjoyed the wine as he asked his butler, "Where is that mistress my father recently brought?"

"She’s staying in the side quarters of Lord Mortem’s residence," the butler informed him.

"She’s new here and must be getting bored. How about I offer her some company and comfort?" Nathaniel remarked, his gaze emotionless as he stared into the darkness. "Maybe she’d like to taste some of my precious wine."

"Yes, my Lord," the butler replied, understanding his master’s intent, and left.

After half an hour, the butler returned. "My Lord, she is here."

Nathaniel turned to look at her. A beautiful young woman stood before him with her head lowered.

Sensing his gaze but hearing nothing from him, she slowly raised her head to meet his eyes, only to find his deep gaze fixed on her face, while he sipped his wine, his long fingers gracefully wrapped around the slender glass.

His long legs were slightly apart, one extended on the floor, while the other was bent at the knee. His free hand rested on the armrest as he leaned back gracefully in the chair.

Even in the cold, he wore a loose silk robe, its front almost exposing his perfectly sculpted chest, leaving just enough to stir her imagination in the dim lamp light. Despite the distance between them, she could feel his domineering aura, making her freeze in place, uncertain of what to do or why she was even there.

"Want to say something?" His deep, hypnotic voice reached her ears, causing her to gulp.

She immediately lowered her gaze, realizing she should not look directly at the lord. "I was told not to step out of my quarters, my Lord. I should not be here..."

"But you still came," he interrupted, his lips curving into a smirk. "What gave you the courage to disregard my father’s command?"

She was speechless, unsure of how to respond.

"Or perhaps you were simply intrigued by me, unable to hold yourself back from coming to me," Nathaniel spoke again, his gaze confident, knowing his words held truth.