The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 759

Chapter 759: Talk About Kids

Soon, the carriage stopped somewhere.

The coachman said, "My Lord, we are here."

The guard present opened the door of the carriage for them. Lucian stepped out of the carriage first and then offered his hand to Erin. She accepted it and stepped out.

The moment she settled on her two feet and looked around, she was taken aback by the beauty of it.

In front of her, at some distance, was a residence. It was not grand compared to other residences, but it had a certain feeling to it—warm and cozy, even from the outside. It was unlike any architecture she had seen before. Instead of spreading widely on the ground, it was more inclined to build taller, and the form of the entire residence was circular. A huge garden surrounded it. At a distance, across the vast green land covered in a thin layer of snow, there were tall, snowy mountains.

"It’s different and so beautiful," she mumbled.

"This architecture is from the far east side of the continent. They say once my father visited that part and was impressed by it to the extent that he brought the workers from there and built this one... for..." He stopped.

Erin looked at him. "For?"

"For his child," Lucian said and continued walking ahead with her. "At the news of my mother being pregnant, both of them were happy. As a gift for me, they had planned it. Though it is not grand, it still took more than a year to build. Later, it was given to me on my first birthday."

"So thoughtfully made. I can feel their love for their child in it," she commented.

"Maybe that’s why it feels like I belong here and not in that grand residence," he replied.

Erin looked at him, trying to understand his emotions. He must miss his parents, though he didn’t have their memories. These things are the ones that made him feel the presence of those who had gone.

"My Lord," a middle-aged woman, the one who looked after this residence, approached them, followed by a lady servant. She turned to Erin. "My Lady, welcome."

Lucian looked at Erin. "Let’s head inside, or you will be cold."

As they climbed the few stairs to enter the residence, Erin stopped and turned to look at the structures—more like shades—built outside around the residence in a circular manner.

"Those shades don’t look like part of the residence’s building. What are they built for?" she asked.

"My Lady, those are built to cover the surroundings of the residence so the snow won’t cover the nearby part of the building. Also, the garden area remains snow-free," the lady servant explained.

Erin hummed. Indeed, the greenery around, amidst snow everywhere, was pleasing to the eyes. All white and bright was somehow monotonous and tiring to look at.

Lucian led her inside the residence, which directly brought them into a beautiful and cozy drawing room. There was no grand foyer or central staircase, just a warm place that gave a homely feeling, big enough for a family to enjoy happy times.

As she looked around, she asked, "How does one go upstairs? I saw there is one floors above."

Lucian pointed toward a large double-sided door. "Behind that door, there is a staircase. It leads you upstairs."

She nodded and noticed a few more doors in the drawing room. She realized those must be rooms meant for various purposes.

The lady servant brought tea and snacks for them as they settled on the comfy sofa by the fireplace. The temperature inside felt just perfect, and Erin no longer felt cold.

As the servant left, silence settled between the two. Finally, Erin decided to break it.

"Did you stay here after returning?" Erin asked.

"Most nights," he replied, "unless there is a need for me to stay in the main residence."

"But I always see you in the main residence," she said, only to hear him reply, "Since you are staying there, how could I be here?"

Erin, stunned, looked at him. So straightforward and honest, like always. But how come his expressions never change when he’s kind of flirting?

She had expected him to say something that might show his feelings more openly, but he chose to shut it down. Never mind.

She nodded, though her mind wandered. Are we going to spend time sightseeing only? No romantic time? She sighed. This unromantic man won’t leave me a face to show to my brother, who just mocked me for my choice in a man. Maybe I’ll just tell a small lie that we held hands and kissed. We held hands when he helped me get out of the carriage. About kissing? Umm... it’s fine to lie once in a while. A lie that won’t harm anyone isn’t really a lie. I’m just protecting myself from being mocked by Brother Rowan.