Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203: Endless Teasing

Islinda and Aldric sat on the edge of her bed in comfortable silence. Although she lowered her head in shame recalling the dark prince’s tunic wet with her tears and snorts. Who knows what Aldric must think of her now? It was embarrassing.

She felt a throb on her cheek and lifted a hand to her face, feeling the spot where Aldric hit her.

Islinda turned to him with a pout, "You shouldn’t have slapped me."

"Trust me, it was done with good intentions." Aldric justified his actions. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

But Islinda did not buy it and arched a brow at him, "Really? Why do I feel the opposite and think you intentionally hit me to get back for all the times I bothered you."

"Is that so?" Aldric faced her, having found the conversation interesting, "Tell me then, if you were in my situation, what would you have done so differently? Let’s assume that I was the one feeling dizzy, lightheaded, and about to pass out from the panic. How would you rescue me, Islinda?" He was intrigued, waiting expectantly for her answer.

"Well...." Islinda swallowed, realizing that she had put herself in a tight spot. She had not really thought of other methods of easing a panic attack and assumed there was another way Aldric could have roused her instead of slapping sense into her.

"Your time starts now."

"What?!" She shouted, realizing that the dark prince was honestly serious, "B–but –"

"Do I speak a different language?" He said firmly with a smile that didn’t touch his eyes.

The gods, he was really not taking no for an answer. How did it even get to this point? They were merely having a harmless conversation until now. And to make it worse, Aldric climbed further into the bed and sat cross-legged. The Fae was not playing around.

Realizing that she was not getting out of this one, she decided to apply another tactic.

Islinda faked a hard cough, beating her chest, "I think the panic attack is returning...." cough cough, "I’m still a bit sick, Aldric so I–I..." Cough, "can’t be stressed -"

"Answer my question and you will get a favor from me," Aldric announced so nonchalantly as if it wasn’t a big deal that Islinda almost did not hear him.

Her head snapped in his direction, "What?!" It felt like she did not hear him right.

"I told you, little human, I don’t say things twice." Aldric sighed, then added, "However, since you’re a puny mortal with a hearing problem, I would for caring sake, repeat myself one more time."

Aldric took a deep breath dramatically with his eyes closed and opened them to say, "Answer the question and you will have the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of getting a favor from the great dark prince."

Islinda gave him a blank stare, before shaking her head and making a tutting sound, "It’s a wonder that your head hasn’t swollen from so much ego in there."

Instead of getting offended by her words, or better yet, feeling ashamed of himself, Aldric grinned shamelessly, "Ego is not the only enormous thing I own."

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