Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 552

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Chapter 552: Derek’s Intention

Islinda winced as a sharp pang of pain shot through her arm, and she instinctively brought her hand up to inspect the injury. A line of crimson marked her skin, evidence of the strike from Derek. Anger surged within her, fueling the fire in her eyes as she glared at the wound, the sight of her own blood intensifying her frustration.

Islinda’s voice echoed through the kitchen, laced with fury and disbelief. "What in the Fae!" she shouted, as she shoved Derek forcefully in the chest. Despite the impact, Derek’s expression remained stoic, as if he had no idea what she was talking about. Islinda’s frustration only grew at his lack of reaction.

"Whoa, no fighting here!" Gabbi rushed over to separate them, her hands gently pushing them apart. However, her eyes widened in shock when she noticed the injury on Islinda’s arm. "Oh no, Islinda, are you okay?" she asked, genuine concern in her voice.

Islinda hissed, pointing a finger accusingly at Derek. "This idiot cut me!" She showed Gabbi a closer view of the wound, her frustration evident.

Gabbi turned her attention to Derek, her hands planted firmly on her hips as she addressed him with a stern tone. "Derek, what happened? You should be more careful," she scolded him, her disappointment evident in her expression.

Derek responded, devoid of any remorse, "I was just trying to help her. It’s not my fault she wasn’t paying attention and cut herself on my knife!"

"No, don’t you dare!" Islinda’s voice rose, her anger boiling over. She gritted her teeth, glaring at Derek with intensity. "Don’t you dare twist your way out of this! You harmed me on purpose."

She could sense that Derek had purposely cut her, and while he tried to look remorseful to Gabbi, Islinda could see a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"And why would I try to harm you, human?" Derek sneered at her.

Islinda felt a surge of indignation at Derek’s mocking tone. She clenched her fists, struggling to contain her rising anger. This was not over.

Islinda’s voice dripped with contempt as she shot back, matching his sneer with equal ferocity. "You never liked me from the beginning, you ugly, dumb-ass Fae."

Derek’s confident demeanor wavered, his expression shifting to one of disbelief. "Ugly? Dumb-ass Fae?" he repeated, visibly taken aback by Islinda’s words.

Islinda could see the impact of her insult sinking in, knowing full well the significance of attacking a Fae’s pride, especially regarding their appearance. In the world of the Fae, beauty was often revered and praised, and to insult one’s appearance was to strike at the very core of their identity.