The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 765

Chapter 765: Unintentionaly Bold

Lucian and Erin were dressed in fresh sets of clothes. While Erin sat in front of the dresser to do her hair, Lucian stood behind her, watching her through the mirror.

She gave him a questioning look, wondering why he was staring at her.

"You have beautiful hair," he said, reaching out to touch it. "I can help you with it."

She was delighted that he was beginning to express himself. What woman wouldn’t love being praised by her man? Erin’s heart swelled with happiness.

"Do you know how to?" she asked curiously.

"I used to make braids for Rina," he replied, then began working on her long hair. Within minutes, he had crafted a beautiful braid, leaving Erin pleasantly surprised. Her caveman was showing new and unexpected sides. Not bad, she thought.

Once ready, they headed downstairs. Lucian noticed the slight discomfort in her steps and promptly scooped her up into his arms.

"Lucian, I can walk..." she protested.

"I caused it, so I shall be the one to take care of it," he replied firmly, leaving her too embarrassed to argue further.

"When we get home, I’ll ask my mother to send a lady physician to check on you..."

"No!" she exclaimed quickly, her voice almost panicked. "You are not doing anything like that, or I won’t talk to you anymore."

"I was just worried..."

"You don’t have to," she interrupted again, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "It’s nothing much..." she insisted, despite how mortified she felt.

The thought of Gwen bringing a lady physician to examine her after what had happened made her cringe. Not going to happen, she resolved firmly.

"As you say," Lucian said, his voice calm.

Erin let out a sigh of relief. He clearly doesn’t understand what shame is. He’s always so blunt with his words and thoughts. Ahh, my husband needs to develop some sense of shame for my sake, or I don’t know what I’ll have to face in the future.

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Meanwhile, at Aaron’s residence, Rafal was pacing around the drawing room while the others watched him.

"Rafal, will you stop now?" Rowan said. "My head is spinning just watching you pace like this."

Rafal frowned and shot him a look. "Rowan, how can you be so calm? Erin has been gone since yesterday, she didn’t return last night, and there’s still no sign of her..."

"So?" Rowan replied nonchalantly. "She’s not a child for us to keep watch over her."

Rowan’s casual reply angered Rafal. Normally quiet and stoic, his protective side surfaced whenever it came to his sister.

"Rowan, she is our sister, and she’s out there with a man. They’re not even married yet. What if..." Rafal trailed off, his anger barely contained.

"What if what?" Rowan challenged. "She’s an adult woman and can decide for herself."

Rafal’s frustration boiled over. "I can’t be like you, Rowan. To me, she’s still my little sister—a noblewoman who shouldn’t be with a man before marriage."

"Rafal, calm down," Aaron interjected. "If anything happened, Lucian is a responsible man. You don’t have to worry about Erin. He loves her—we all know that."

Rafal shook his head. "I know, but..."

Nathaniel stood and approached him. "Rafal, she’s my sister too, and I care about her just as much. But right now, you need to stay calm. You can’t control the decisions she makes for herself. What matters most is her happiness. Can’t you see how much happier she’s been since she’s been with Lucian?"

"We understand your concern," Arthur added. "I have a sister too. But calm yourself now, and whatever the situation is, accept it. Don’t embarrass her when she comes back."

Rafal could only nod, though his worried expressions still remained the same.

The butler entered the room and informed them, "My Lord, Lord Lucian and Lady Erin have returned to the Rainier residence."

Rafal immediately perked up and almost moved to leave, but Nathaniel placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Are you planning to embarrass her the moment she returns?"

Rowan, who had remained calm and unwilling to deal with his overprotective younger brother, finally spoke up. "She’s probably already wondering how to face us. Give her some space and suppress those brotherly instincts of yours. And just imagine this: the woman you marry one day will also be someone’s sister. How I wish you’d end up with a wife who has a flock of overprotective brothers who won’t even let you near her, even after you’re married."

"As if I’m going to marry," Rafal countered. "Why don’t you think about yourself first? You’re older than me, and Father has already started considering proposals for your marriage."

"Why won’t you marry?" Rowan shot back. "Even that stubbornly celibate Arlan Cromwell got married. What’s wrong with you? Or have you decided to build up the muscles in your arms from a lifetime of using them in loneliness?"

The others struggled to suppress their laughter while Rafal glared at him. "You and your insolent talk. Only if you weren’t older than me..."

"Then what? I speak the truth," Rowan replied. "After all, you’re a man, and we men need ways to let it out, or we end up sulky like you. Look at me—how chill I am." _{frёeωebɳovel.com}