The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 562

Chapter 562: Leaving Alone

When Oriana woke up, she found that the sun was already up. "I keep sleeping late." But then she remembered it wasn’t her fault but Arlan’s, as he had made her sleep again after doing something indecent with her.

Well, indecent? She couldn’t deny she loved it.

Arlan was, as usual, not in bed. As Oriana sat up to get out of bed, he entered the room, dressed well, looking every bit the enigmatic Crown Prince of the kingdom.

"Good morning," he greeted her, his voice smooth.

Startled, Oriana pulled the covers up to her chin. "Morning."

Her gaze and her thoughts seemed wary, as if he might be up to something indecent again and wouldn’t let her slip out of the chamber.

"You seem fine, and our way of healing you seems to have worked just fine," he said as he walked towards her.

As Oriana shifted slightly, she realized there was no sting of pain. She puzzled over how Arlan could be so certain of her recovery. ’Did he check on me while I was asleep?’

Noticing the change in her expression, Arlan chuckled. "I considered checking personally, but I didn’t want to wake you. I could tell by the way you moved without wincing."

Relieved, Oriana said, "I need to go to my grandfather."

It was her way of signaling that she was not in the mood for his antics today, and she wasn’t prepared to endure whatever else he had in mind.

As much she enjoyed being with him, her dying grandfather needed her as well. With Arlan, she would have as much time she wished.

Arlan, seemingly unfazed by her request, calmly responded, "Rafal will take you there."

His agreement, so devoid of resistance, took her by surprise. "Thank you."

"New sets of clothes and everything you need have been arranged in the side chamber. Feel free to use it as yours. The bath is also ready."

Still caught off-guard by his cooperation, Oriana repeated, "Thank you." _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

"Do you need my help?" he asked, his voice soft.

Instantly on guard, Oriana shook her head emphatically. "No, I will manage."

Arlan gave a slight nod, his expression more somber now, a stark contrast to the playful demeanor he had shown upon entering. "I will leave you to it, then." He exited the chamber, using his powers to close the door behind him silently.

Oriana climbed out of bed, wrapping the sheet around her securely, and walked towards the bath. The tub was filled with steaming water, evoking memories of the time they had shared in the water, relaxing.

"Where is he now?" Oriana inquired.

"His Highness is currently in his study. He plans to leave soon for the palace," the butler informed her.

Understanding that Arlan must have been quite preoccupied as he left the chamber earlier, she resigned herself to his request. "Alright, I will eat a little since you insist," she said, although it seemed more because Arlan had passed such instructions.

Oriana made her way to the dining room where she hastily grabbed at random items, stuffing them into her mouth to speed up the process, not even bothering to sit. After swallowing a few bites and taking a quick sip of water, she instructed, "Let him know I ate," then turned briskly to leave.

"Yes, Your Highness," the butler responded, hastening to follow her out.

Outside, Rafal was ready to escort her to the Verner residence. Oriana quickly acknowledged her knight’s greeting and hurried into the carriage.

Meanwhile, Arlan standing by the window of his study, watched as the carriage pulled away from the manor. His face expressionless as his gaze followed the carriage till it disappeared from his sight.

"Seems like she is completely alright, to look so energetic and hurry off like that," a playful voice commented from behind him in the study.

"What more do you expect after she spent a long, intimate night with me, so pleasant that she could not stop herself from absorbing all of my essence I offered?" Arlan replied, his tone a mix of jest and pride as he turned to face the elf who had materialized in his study. It was then he noticed another presence.

"Dray?" Arlan’s voice carried a hint of surprise.