Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 383

Chapter 383: She Waited

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

That was the sound of Islinda’s heart at that moment.

This was stupid.

She was stupid.

Islinda realized at the last minute how stupid her plan was. Aldric had arrived at the dining room, so what? She should have just run and joined the others before he realized what happened. But no, she panicked and made a stupid decision. One she had no idea how to get out of right now.

Aldric’s approaching footsteps were like impending doom and she dared not to breathe. No, her lungs seized, all of her senses on hyper-alert and waiting for that ominous moment to be over.

Step. Step. Step.

Islinda didn’t even realize she was counting his movements and how long it would take him to take his seat.

Step. Step. Step —

Aldric suddenly stopped close to her position and her soul nearly flew out of her body for the second time today.

Oh no, Islinda pushed her hands to her mouth in case she unintentionally screamed in terror. Why did he stop? Has he somehow sensed her? That was not possible. She was not even breathing anymore. Islinda had no idea she could hold her breath for this long, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

But most of all, why was she scared of him? freёwebnovel.com

Aldric had never laid a hand on her, as his guest. Islinda believes all of that would change now she’s his servant. After all, a good leader should not be partial. He should treat her the way he treats other servants. Except Islinda forgot one thing, Aldric was not a good leader.

She peered out from the little space, watching him standing at the spot with his polished shoe. Perhaps it was a royal thing but the princes were always impeccably dressed.

It almost seemed to last forever when Aldric finally made a move and Islinda expelled a careful breath, hand on her chest. That was so close.

What are the chances that the prince doesn’t know she’s right under the table and he has his meal and leaves in peace? Islinda dared to have hope.

He sat elegantly without even the scraping of chair and Islinda felt herself flush at the sight of his wide legs from beneath the table. By the gods, she turned the other way. She must look like a pervert right now. For once she was grateful the prince wears pants and not skirts — yes, the thought was ridiculous she knows — else she would have seen a handful.

She heard the approaching footsteps and she guessed it was one of the Fae coming to serve him and uncovering the lids.

"Where’s Islinda?" Aldric asked and Islinda stiffened at the spot.

Oh no. Please don’t sell her out, Islinda internally pleaded with whoever that was. Aldric discovering her under the table was going to be ridiculous.

"My prince, she must be occupied." The Fae answered without details.

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