The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 599

Chapter 599: Talk About Kids

Finishing his work, Arlan returned to his chamber, where Oriana was resting after the servants helped her change into fresh clothes and offered her a warm meal. Feeling better, she sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, gazing at the beautiful view outside.

A servant arrived with a small bowl in hand. "Your Highness, the physician has prepared this ointment for you."

Oriana gave her a questioning look, prompting the servant to explain. "I noticed some bruises on your knees, Your Highness. This ointment will help them heal, the discoloration will fade soon, and the pain will go away as well."

Oriana realized her knees did hurt, but she had been ignoring it, used to enduring pain. The bumpy carriage ride on rocky roads had not been kind to her knees in the position she had been in- straddling Arlan and.... she shook her head to not remember her own bold actions and returned her attention to the servant.

She felt amused by how attentive the servants were to even the smallest details.

"May I?" the servant asked, and Oriana nodded.

Just then, the door to the chamber opened, and Arlan entered. He looked at Oriana while directing his words to the servant. "Leave the ointment on the table."

The servant, her head bowed, placed the small bowl on the table and left the chamber. Arlan picked it up and approached the bed.

Oriana, watching him, understood that he had heard the servant and knew his intentions. "I’m alright. That servant worries too much. There’s no need to apply the ointment."

Arlan sat at the edge of the bed. "I believe my fingers will feel better than the servant’s when I apply the ointment," he said, his hand moving to lift her dress to her knees. "You know how skillful they are."

Oriana’s face flushed with embarrassment as his words reminded her of what his fingers had done to her in the carriage and how she had enjoyed it. She moved her legs away before he could lift her dress, worried he might lead her astray once more. These days, to her senses, he was like a walking aphrodisiac.

He looked at her, his gaze serious. "Do you want me to be an irresponsible husband?" he held her ankle. "I won’t do anything. I know your weak body can’t take it."

Trusting his words, Oriana allowed him to lift her dress, exposing her knees. His gaze observed the discolored skin, and he inspected the bruises. "The seats in the carriage are cushioned. How did your knees end up hurting like this? Do we need to double-cushion it?"

"No," Oriana exclaimed immediately, "There won’t be a next time." She wanted to eliminate any possibility of a repeat incident in the moving carriage.

"Given how weak you are," he clicked his tongue, "You should eat healthily and increase your strength. If you keep getting hurt like this, it’s hard to believe you are the Queen of witches or even a demon princess."

"I am not a demon princess," she said through gritted teeth. "If you are that fond of her, seek her on the night of the new moon."

Arlan could clearly see her jealousy.

She spoke again. "It wasn’t your knees that were troubled in the moving carriage. You were sitting comfortably while I was..." She swallowed the rest of her words, feeling embarrassed about what she was going to say in her fit of anger.

"Next time, I will be the one on my knees," he commented coolly, focusing on her bruises. "I believe you would like it more."

Oriana, already embarrassed, chose to keep quiet, knowing his words would only provoke her to say something she didn’t want to.

She felt his fingers gently brushing against her skin, spreading the ointment with utmost care. Her angry gaze softened at his attentive demeanor. Just as she thought there could be peace between them, she heard him again.

"In the future, you will bear a little dragon or demoness. This won’t do. You need to be strong enough to bear such strong-attribute children. I don’t want you to suffer."

Arlan didn’t understand. "Feel free to say it clearly." _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

She shook her head. "It’s not normal. I used to take some herbs to avoid my monthly cycle so I wouldn’t be discovered as a woman while working among men. I took them for a long time, and now it seems to be backfiring on my body. I can understand my body and everything is gravely disturbed," she said, her voice heavy with guilt. "My master had warned me before. It seems his words are coming true."

Arlan could understand why she had to take those herbs. Her life while acting as a man must have been really tough.

"I am sorry that you had to go through all this."

"You don’t have to. It was my choice," she said looking at him, "at that time, I never thought I would ever have a normal life that I will ever get married or even have my own child. I was sure, I would be spending my life alone so I didn’t care if I risked taking those herbs."

Seeing her sadness and guilt, Arlan regretted bringing up the topic of having children. He held her hands in his, his eyes filled with comforting warmth. "Why don’t you talk to Erich again and see if he can help you," he suggested. "I’m not saying this because I expect to have a child. I just don’t want your body to suffer if something can be fixed. It’s alright not to have kids. All that matters is that you’re alright. My previous talk about having a child was simply to tease you."

She could see he meant what he said, but what if... what if she wanted her own child? She had never had a proper family, but after being part of the Cromwell family and seeing them together, she wished to have her own family, a happy one like Julien’s.

Seeing her dazed, he tapped the tip of her nose. "Did you get it?"

She nodded. "I will talk to my master."

Arlan offered a light smile and pecked her forehead. "Though I like it when you are rebellious, seeing you act like an obedient good girl can be pleasant as well."

Seeing him treat her like a little girl, a smile painted her lips.

He was versed in changing his actions and words according to the situation, giving her what she needed to most at that particular moment, whether she needed intimacy from him or needed such comfort and understanding. He never failed to provide it.