The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: You Plan To Strip Me Naked?

In shock, Oriana took a step back, only for her body to hit the bathtub behind her, the sudden pain effectively bringing her back to reality.

"Young Master...? I mean, m-my Lord..." She corrected herself before lowering her head immediately, wondering how exactly to address him. She called him ’young master’ in the past thinking he was just some spoiled younger generation whose only merit was his handsome face, a profligate who knows nothing aside from wasting the wealth of his parents.

She could not be more wrong!

This Lord Arlan was apparently not only a relative of the Wimark Family, but also a high-ranking person in the capital with power in his own right. Even the status of the most beloved son of the Ahrens was below him.

...and he happened to also be a perverted brat who likes chasing pretty boys!

Seeing the brat harboring an evil smirk, Oriana had the strongest urge to lunge towards the door and escape.

"I must say, I am quite impressed," she heard him say in a leisurely manner. "I didn’t expect a herbalist to work as an attendant. You seem to be a person with many talents."

With her entire body trembling, she could only crack a smile. "T-Thank you for the praise, my Lord."

Seconds ticked by without anyone making a single sound, but Oriana dared not break the silence between them. It was a war of nerves. She could feel his gaze on her, making her more nervous than she already was.

"Are we going to just stand here?" he spoke, satisfied after seeing her trembling form.

Let this be her punishment for all the frustration her absence caused him. After all, she disappeared into the forest after the peaceful night they shared at the inn. Afterwards, her scent taunted him repeatedly, causing him to develop a strange fascination towards honeysuckle flowers.

"Apologies, my Lord," Oriana could only say, unaware of the man’s line of thought towards her.

In Oriana’s head, she was urging herself to start serving Arlan, trying to put away whatever bias she had against him.

’Make no mistakes,’ this was all that she needed to remember.

Oriana covered that two-step distance between them, eyeing the owner of the robe she had to help remove.

’I hope he won’t try to take advantage of me. I don’t think he will. I am officially employed under the service of the Ahrens. He would not have the audacity to try something funny...right?’

Nervous under his gaze, her trembling hands moved to take off his robe. The fabric slowly slid down his shoulder, leaving his well-toned body exposed to her bewildered gaze.

’Spirits be damned, how can a human body be like this—’

The other upper body she had seen, Rafal’s body, was heavily muscled, each line packed with explosive strength, but in comparison to Arlan’s...

Arlan’s body was temptation incarnate.