Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436: Defend Yourself

That was strange. It was the only word Islinda could mutter inwardly after Andre helped put the necklace on her. She felt him linger, and when he traced her neck, she nearly jumped out of her skin because it felt damn intimate and weird.

Islinda had felt comfortable around Andre before because she knew it was impossible for him to develop feelings for her. But after that little stunt, she had no idea anymore. Maybe it was a mistake, she told herself. It was better for her to dwell on that than to face reality because there was so much going on right now.

Andre stepped back once he was done, leaving a significant gap between them and a blank expression on his face. Islinda ignored it, glancing at the gemstone resting on her chest and holding onto it as if her life depended on it. At least now, she was safe. The necklace would protect her while Andre kept her safe.

Someone clearing their throat beside her snapped her back to reality, and she stared at the Autumn prince as he said, "You should change out of your clothes and settle down. Unfortunately, my clothes are all you have right now. There’s no way I can get you female clothes in the midst of this chaos, and there’s no one I can trust at the moment."

Islinda paused as soon as she heard "his clothes" and would have accused Andre of hitting on her subtly if she hadn’t listened to the rest of his explanation. After all, she hadn’t expected Andre to keep a set of female clothes as a souvenir or something. That would be even weirder as it would make her wonder who it belonged to and what they had done in it. However, wearing his own clothes still felt oddly intimate.

Nevertheless, Islinda brushed these thoughts aside, knowing that these were desperate times. Her hands were tied, and she honestly wanted to get out of this dirty and chaotic dress. Not to mention, it limited her movements, which would be a problem if she were to be attacked. So, yes, Andre’s clothes were a blessing in disguise.

Andre said, "It’ll be difficult, but I’ll try to send down some food somehow—"

"No, don’t," she interrupted. Her stomach was full of tension, and she wouldn’t be able to eat anything due to nerves. She had no appetite. She added, "Please don’t."

Andre straightened up, subtly nodding his head to show he understood. "I’ll have to leave then."

But as soon as he turned, Islinda grabbed his hand, and he glanced down at her gesture with a furrowed brow. Islinda thought he wasn’t comfortable with her touching him, so she quickly let go, not realizing that Andre was frustrated with how he was reading too much meaning into her actions.

"I have no idea," he confessed. "Aldric made a huge mess this time, and if I had to guess, I’d say he’s being held in one of the dungeons."

She stopped and turned, saying proudly, "I’m much more lethal with a bow and arrow." fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

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