The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76: Damn Pretty Boy

"Your list of responsibilities will be explained to you shortly, but in general, you have to stick to the Young Master like a shadow, attending to his needs," the butler continued to speak as they walked and Oriana did her best to match his long strides, keeping a distance of two steps between them.

When they reached Rafal’s bedchamber, they spotted the man standing in front of the full-length mirror in his pants and the only other male servant was bringing a shirt to him.

Oriana had her head lowered when Smith greeted Rafal, but she could not help but peek at the appearance of Rafal’s well toned upper body. Muscular and broad-shouldered, with a number of battle scars all over his arms.

’How manly! No wonder his clothes are so big. No wonder he always points out how weak my body looks. Damn, this is like the definition of a manly body. Look at those rippling muscles. One punch from him might send me straight to heaven. Epitome of a strong man!’

"...Orian!" The call from Butler Smith brought her back to her senses while Rafal looked at her through the mirror, clearly not happy about her presence.

"Yes, Butler Smith?"

"Your first work as a valet." The butler signaled her to walk towards Rafal who was still staring at her through the reflection of the mirror. The manservant covered his upper body in a white shirt and was doing his buttons.

"Bring the jacket to the Young Master," the butler instructed.

Oriana hurriedly got the luxurious-looking maroon jacket folded on the side and went to stand behind Rafal who had his arms raised out to his sides.

She quietly put the sleeves of the jacket through his arms and she fixed the creases on the back.

"You can button it now," the butler said and the other servants moved away to give space. Oriana moved to stand in front of Rafal with her head lowered, praying that he wont recognize her.

She calmed herself and her small hands nimbly moved to button him up.

Rafal lowered his gaze and found her delicate features too close for comfort. He had taken note of her pretty boy face back in Jerusha, but this herbalist appeared to be more beautiful up close.

Her large hazel eyes were framed by long, thick lashes, her small face exquisite. Her nose was adorable, giving one the urge to pinch it, and her skin was without a single blemish. There was a faint scent coming from her body.

His heart skipped a beat.

’This damn pretty boy!’ Rafal stepped back as he glared at her. ’No wonder His Highness...’

Oriana was shocked by his reaction. It was as if she had stabbed him. She looked at him in confusion, only to meet his glare, and remembering the house rules, she immediately lowered her gaze.

"Anything the matter, Young Master?" the butler asked.

Rafal turned to face the mirror as he fixed his own jacket and said, "Everyone leave. Only Butler Smith stays."

Oriana and the other servant left as fast as they could.