The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 740

Chapter 740: My Brother Is Smartest

The servant brought a pot of hot water, and by then, Lucian had finished removing Erin’s boots and socks.

The lady servant placed the pot near her feet and said, "I will bring ointment," before leaving quickly. As a servant she was smart enough to know what was going on between the Lord and a Lady.

Lucian began folding her pants up just above her ankle when Erin pulled her feet back. "You don’t have to do this. Just leave."

Lucian didn’t budge. He held her feet in place and commanded, "Stay put," as he continued rolling her pants up.

Erin gritted her teeth, wishing she could kick him away, but Lucian’s domineering presence made her suppress her anger.

When the servant returned with the ointment, Lucian dipped her feet into the hot water. "Any other instructions, my Lord?" the servant asked.

"You can leave," Lucian ordered.

Erin bit her tongue, unwilling to oppose Lucian in front of the servant. Once the servant left, she turned to him, frustration bubbling over.

"Are you so determined to ruin my engagement with Aaron? What would he think if he saw you here with me? Why are you trying to destroy my marriage before it even begins?"

"You will have a perfect marriage," Lucian said, carefully massaging her injured ankle in the hot water, his focus unwavering. "But not with Aaron."

Erin scowled. "How I wish I could smack you in the head with something."

"Go ahead," Lucian replied calmly, continuing his work. "Is your other foot entirely fine?"

She stayed silent, so he checked it himself.

"It’s inappropriate for you to touch a lady like this," she muttered.

"Intentions matter, not the touch," Lucian said. "Right now, my only intention is to treat you so you won’t limp when you walk."

Pressing her lips into a thin line, Erin surrendered to his care. There was no point in arguing—he wouldn’t listen anyway.

She watched as he dried her feet and applied the ointment with deliberate care. His concentration made it seem as though he was performing a task of great importance.

Bitterness crept into her thoughts. If only he hadn’t refused to marry me... But she shook her head. What am I thinking? He’s Aaron’s brother. I need to spend more time with Aaron—once we’re married, everything will be fine.

Lucian finished wrapping her ankle with cloth tape, ensuring it was secure. Then he slipped her socks and rolled her pants down.

Standing up, he said, "You should be able to walk comfortably now, but try to avoid walking for long."

"Thank you," she said curtly.

"Rest for a while. You’re tired," Lucian added before leaving.

Erin lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He’s insane. So stubborn. Whoever he marries is going to suffer. She sighed. At least it won’t be me. And I hope Aaron isn’t as stubborn as him.

When everyone was finally awake and gathered for breakfast, the residence buzzed with life once more.

"Erin and Rina aren’t here yet?" Nathaniel asked as they settled around the breakfast table.

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