The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 749

Chapter 749: What Do You Take Me For?

"If staying away is what you truly want, I will oblige," he said, stepping back to create some distance. "Now tell me, what has angered you?"

She stared at him in disbelief. "How would you even understand? For someone like you, such behavior must be normal." She took a step forward and held the door. "Go ahead and have as many women as you like, but don’t think for a second that I will ever be one of them. I will never be the wife of a man like you!"

Before she could close the door, Lucian stopped it with his hand. His gaze was steady as he said, "I don’t know what’s on your mind, but one thing is certain and will never change: the only wife I will ever have is you."

Her eyes met his determined gaze, and for a moment, she felt herself waver. But then she remembered the young woman from earlier, thanking him for accepting her, and her anger flared again. ’What a Liar!’

"I won’t marry you," she retorted angrily. "Tomorrow, I’m moving to the Wynters. I’ll stay in the chamber meant for Aaron’s wife—because that’s who I am going to be!"

Lucian simply stared at her, his gaze unwavering. He held the door firmly and said, "You are going to be my wife. Keep that in mind until we are officially wedded. Do not speak of marrying another man."

Though his tone was calm and composed, like an immovable rock, his gaze betrayed a flicker of impatience and coldness that made her uneasy.

"Are you going to force me to marry you?" she asked, trying to keep her tone steady.

"No. You will marry me willingly," he replied.

"Why do you think so?" she asked in disbelief.

"That’s a question you should ask yourself. You’ll find the answer," he said, his gaze softening into an unsettling calm. "Sleep well. As you wish, I’ll keep my distance. But don’t think for a moment that my intentions toward you have changed. Whatever it takes, you will be the only woman I marry. And for you, I am the only man. We are meant to be together."

Erin felt a mix of helplessness and unease. His calm demeanor was usually unshakable, but today, for a fleeting moment, it carried a subtle but unmistakable threat.

"Good night," she said, closing the door as Lucian finally released it. She stood still behind the door, straining to hear his footsteps.

Is he still here? she wondered.

She waited for a while, but there was no sound. Slowly, she opened the door and peered out, only to find the hallway empty.

He’s truly a ghost, she thought, walking as if he’s floating in the air—no sound at all.

Then, his words echoed in her mind: his insistence that they were meant to be together and that he would marry no one else. Her thoughts turned stubborn. He just left like that. Didn’t even try to insist or explain himself. If I ever marry, I’ll never allow my husband to have a mistress. No way

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The next day, at the Wynter residence, Erin and her brothers discussed visiting the city market while the lords of both estates attended to their morning duties.

"Erin, what would you like to buy?" Rowan asked, studying his sister, who didn’t seem like herself. "Your brother here is ready to spend all his wealth on you."

"I’m not really in the mood, Brother," she replied. "Just get what you want for yourself."

"My sister, who loves shopping more than anyone, isn’t in the mood today? That’s so unlike you," Rowan remarked, raising an eyebrow.

Rafal, noticing Erin’s unusual demeanor, chimed in, "You’ve been unusually quiet since this morning. What’s wrong? You can share with your brothers."