Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 528

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Chapter 528: A Slave Serving A Slave

Islinda’s eyes widened in shock as she exclaimed, "Y-You!" Her mouth hung open as she stared at the half-breed who had stolen from her yesterday. When Valerie mentioned wanting her to meet someone, the boy hadn’t even crossed her mind. Where did he even come from?

But that was not all. Standing beside the boy was Gabi, the human friend she had made just the day before. As Islinda took in the scene before her, a mix of confusion and disbelief washed over her. She had woken up that morning imagining Gabi would be worried about her, considering the events of yesterday. Islinda had even been contemplating going to visit her later in the day. Yet, here Gabi was, standing alongside the half-breed at Valerie’s place, the scene rendered her dumbfounded.

At a loss for words, Islinda’s gaze darted up to Valerie, silently requesting for an explanation. There was no doubt in her mind that he must have something to do with this unexpected gathering. After all, this was a hidden location, where outsiders couldn’t just stumble upon. Gabi and the half-breed couldn’t have simply found their way here on their own; it had to be orchestrated by Valerie.

Before Valerie could offer an explanation, the young half-breed took a bold step forward, crossing the room to approach Islinda. With a surprising display of humility, he gracefully knelt before her, catching Islinda off guard.

She watched in astonishment as he introduced himself, his words breaking the tense silence that hung in the air.

"Milo at your service, young miss!" he declared, his voice filled with sincerity and a hint of nervousness. Islinda’s initial shock gave way to a mixture of curiosity and wariness as she exchanged a bewildered glance with Valerie, uncertain of what to make of this unexpected gesture from the enigmatic half-breed named Milo. Unfortunately, Valerie was of no help because he was amused at her flustered state.

Realizing that Valerie wasn’t going to provide any immediate answers, Islinda’s frustration mounted. With a quick surge of determination, she reached out and grasped Milo’s arm, intending to pull him up from his kneeling position.

"What nonsense are you blabbering right now, please stand up," she demanded, her tone a mix of exasperation and urgency.

Despite Islinda’s efforts, Milo remained resolute, refusing to budge from his kneeling position. Islinda’s frustration deepened as she struggled to move him, only to be met with the surprising strength of the half-breed. It dawned on her in that moment the true extent of their capabilities, a realization that left her momentarily stunned. With a groan of exertion, Islinda reluctantly conceded defeat, releasing her grip on Milo’s arm and stepping back, her resolve faltering in the face of his unwavering determination.

"Is this a joke or what? Why are you doing this?"

As Islinda stood there, growing more impatient by the moment, Milo finally lifted his eyes to meet hers, though he didn’t hold her gaze for long.

With a polite demeanor, he responded, "Young miss saved Milo’s life when he didn’t deserve it, not after stealing from you. It’s customary that I return the favor by serving you with my life."

His words carried a sincerity that softened Islinda’s demeanor, momentarily easing her annoyance. However, that didn’t mean that this was okay.

"Fine," Islinda replied, her tone firm yet understanding. "I admire your resilience, loyalty, and courage. However, you don’t need to pay me back. I only defended you because the Fae guards were being bullies, and it was right someone put them in their place. I did it for everyone. So there you have it, you don’t have to pay me back, Milo." Islinda’s words were filled with conviction, assured that her explanation would sway Milo’s determination and alleviate any lingering sense of obligation.

But to her utmost shock, Milo remained steadfast in his resolve. "No! My life belongs to you and you alone, mistress Islinda!" he insisted, his words carrying a solemnity that left Islinda speechless.

"M-mistress Islinda?" Islinda muttered incredulously, feeling a headache start to form. The unexpected title only added to her bewilderment, leaving her at a loss for words.