Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: Die Like This

What was he doing here? Aldric questioned himself for the nth time.

He was seated down with his legs crossed, his foot dangling in the air. Although the dark prince seemed lost in thoughts, his eyes were still fixed on the entrance of the connecting room with unnerving intensity, expecting that either Aurelia or Zaya would come at any moment.

Why was he going through all of this trouble of taking care of Islinda when he should just let her die and all of his problems would be over? No, Aldric told himself that it was not her time yet. Moreover, it would be a huge blow to his pride if Islinda slipped through his fingers and died. She was supposed to die in his hands, not of her making. He still needed her to complete his plans.

"Your Highness,"

His eyes snapped up and met Aurelia’s.

The female Fae swallowed at the intensity of the prince’s looks. He looked like he would take her head off if she said one wrong word.

"She’s modest." She informed him, trying her hardest to put on a smile that didn’t touch her eyes, thanks to the nervousness.

Aldric barely nodded, up to his feet, and ambled over to the room, hands in his pocket. He paused at the entrance, scanning the scene, noticing that the human was half awoken and Zaya standing a good distance from her.

He instructed her, "Get me a glass of water,"

"What?" Zaya inched closer as she hadn’t heard the prince properly, distracted by the tension in the room.

"Her body heats up more than usual causing more sweat and cools down. However, it leads to dehydration. I read somewhere that most of the human body is water, with an average of roughly about sixty percent. Therefore, she needs to drink enough so the lost fluid can be replenished. "

Zaya’s mouth fell open by the time Aldric was done. If he knew this much about the human body, then why did the dark prince hire her? Oh right, he doesn’t have healing powers and Islinda has proved to be a danger magnet.

" You do know you’re being useless to me right now, Zaya," Aldric sighed, when the healer kept gaping at him like a moron, "Get me water,"

"O-oh yes....Of course, my prince." Zaya stuttered and hurried away to meet his demands.

Aldric then moved to the bedside and sat down on the edge, staring down at Islinda who peered at him from heavy lids, feeling groggy with tiredness.

She mumbled, "Why are you here?"

Perhaps, it was because of the fever, her eyes glistened with her cheeks rosy. Islinda no longer poured sweat in torrents but her skin felt moist and she shivered a little.

"Weren’t you the one who called me when I was busy minding my business?" Aldric nonchalantly answered, busying himself by taking the cloth from her forehead and putting it in the basin. He soaked it again before returning the damp material to her forehead.

"I was not thinking straight, nor do I need your help," She said hoarsely, reaching to take the damp cloth off her forehead but Aldric swatted her hand and she winced in return. That hurts.

"Don’t try me," Aldric gave her an admonishing look and she lifted her somewhat cute yet pitiable eyes to him. freewebnøvel_com

"What’s with the look?" The dark prince was uncomfortable with the strange expression on her face, which was made worse when her lips trembled slightly.

Was she about to cry?

"No way..." Aldric gasped in disbelief.

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