The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 724

Chapter 724: Cold Lucian

Everyone sensed the tension between Lucian and Rowan.

Rafal immediately stepped forward and said, "Rowan, it’s late, and it’s too cold out here. We should head inside."

But Rowan and Lucian didn’t break their gaze.

"Lucian, what did Erin say?" Rafal asked, hoping Lucian might respond and end the standoff with Rowan.

"What could our sister possibly say to him?" Rowan interjected, his gaze mocking and his tone bitter. "Maybe they were discussing her wedding plans, considering Lucian is Aaron’s cousin. Did you tell my sister she’d be happy with Aaron? That marrying him is the best decision she’s ever made? That you can’t wait to welcome her into the family as your brother’s wife—your sister-in-law?"

Lucian, who had been standing firm, finally showed a flicker of change in his cold gaze. Once more the unease crept over his heart.

"Just make sure not to be a nuisance to her," Rowan continued. "I expect you to be a good brother-in-law to her and a good uncle to her and Aaron’s children."

The others stood stunned, not knowing how to intervene, while Lucian took a step back and turned to leave, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. As he walked away, he grabbed the glass of wine from Arthur’s hand, downed it in one gulp, and left.

"What are you doing, Rowan?" Rafal asked, watching Lucian’s retreating figure.

Rowan shrugged nonchalantly. "Revenge for my sister."

Rafal sighed. "We didn’t come here for that. Did you forget what Erin told you before we arrived?"

"I know, but that doesn’t mean he should follow our sister like this," Rowan muttered. "How can he, when he already rejected marrying her?"

"You’re drunk," Rafal sighed again.

"Wait, what’s going on here?" Arthur asked, looking perplexed.

"Nothing," Rafal replied quickly. "Rowan’s just had a bit too much to drink. It’s late, and I think we should all head to bed." With that, Rafal dragged a tipsy Rowan away, while the others, still puzzled, followed suit. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}

Lucian, who had returned to the lounge, was met by the butler. "Lord Rainier, would you like to retire to your room?"

Lucian nodded, picked up a pitcher of wine from the table, and followed the butler as he guided him to his quarters.

After entering the room, the butler bid him good night and left. Lucian stood by the window, staring out into the night, drinking straight from the pitcher. His gaze remained fixed outside, staring blankly into the darkness.

He had never felt this way before and with each passing day this unknown feeling was getting stronger.

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The next morning at the breakfast table, Lucian was unusually quiet, his gaze frequently drifting toward Erin, who seemed intent on focusing solely on her meal and chatting with the young girl sitting next to her.

Since morning, he had spoken very little, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions he could not quite understand.

Erin, fully aware of his gaze on her, chose to ignore it and didn’t dare look at him.

"Lady Erin, do you know how to use a sword?" Rina asked curiously.