The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 610

Chapter 610: Explaining The Things

Oriana used magic, and another sweet treat appeared in her palm. She immediately ate it to get rid of the bitterness in her mouth.

She made a mental note: next time she punished him with something bitter, she would maintain a distance and not give him a chance to kiss her.

"Let me check you now," she said, her hands reaching for the buttons of his shirt.

He held her hands, "I am alr..." He swallowed the rest of his words, seeing her cold gaze, and changed his words, "...go ahead."

He sure didn’t want another dose of that bitter potion.

Oriana pushed aside the lapels of his jacket and one by one undid the buttons of his white shirt. She saw the discolored skin on his chest down to his stomach. She gritted her teeth, ’Damn demoness. Can’t she hold her anger?’

Her fingers touched his skin, gently caressing along those bruises. "Does it hurt?"

"Not much," he replied, looking at her worried face.

"When hurt by a mate, it won’t heal faster, will it?"

"Hmm."

She moved her gaze to his face. "That’s why you should have told me before that I am your mate. I would have thought twice before hurting you."

"You worry too much. For me, it’s a sign of how deeply you love me. I won’t mind getting hurt by you if it means understanding the depth of your love."

"Don’t cover your mistake with these sweet nothings. Your sweet words won’t work on me." She paid attention back to his chest, her fingers running lower towards his stomach.

"My sweet words might not work on you, but the sweet touch of your fingers is surely working on me, Oriana."

Hearing the change in his voice and the way he called her name, she raised her gaze to look at him, only to hear him again.

"If you continue to touch me like this, I am afraid, you won’t be having your meal anytime soon."

Oriana retreated her hands and looked away. "I didn’t mean it."

He chuckled at her blushing face and started to button his shirt.

Just then a butler arrived. "Your Highness, shall I serve your meal?"

"Yes, hurry up. Or this hungry demoness might end up eating your liege, not leaving even bones for you to collect."

The butler simply smiled and instructed the servants to start serving.

Oriana glared at Arlan. "Why would I eat you, a beast dragon?"

"You never know what one might like to eat if offered in the right way," he said, his gaze meaningful.

They laughed together. The butler standing on the side was happy to see them like this, feeling relieved that their liege was finally happy.

Oriana cleared her throat. "You are yet to answer me for why you got today’s beating." She explained what happened with Grace.

"What she said is indeed true but not the way she told it to you," Arlan replied, his tone serious. "I am glad you strangled her for twisting the truth."

"What exactly is the truth?"

"You already know I was stationed on the north side in the military. During that time, I indeed stayed at their residence, but there was a reason for it. I was there to spy and get something against the Mortimers. Luis’ elder son, Adam, was my age, and we were good friends—or more like it was an act on my side. As her brother’s cherished sister, Grace used to tag along with Adam. As she was nothing but a young girl, I tolerated her.

"Going shopping was more like Adam would take me out, and she would come along. Even Adam’s younger brother would come with us. She would demand things, and I would give them to her without a second thought, as I had to maintain a good impression on the Mortimers and not fall under any suspicions. If it made them think that I would marry their daughter, at that time, it was to my advantage, so I let her act spoiled around me."

"You led the young girl to fall for you," Oriana commented.

"I did nothing of that sort. She acted on her own will, and her family encouraged her even more. I would simply do things she asked, like buying her things. Buying something wouldn’t make me poor. As for playing in the snow and that night under the starry sky, it wasn’t just her and me, but more kids from the Mortimer family and even other noble families joined us. It wasn’t about her, but she deluded herself into thinking that way."

Oriana understood and asked, "What kind of proof were you looking for? Did you find it? Was it that important to tolerate nuisance for months?"

"I did found something but it was not enough at that time but give us more leads to investigate," he replied and raised his gaze to look at her, "It was about Alex. For him, I was willing to tolerate it." _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

"Sir Alexander Perryl?" Oriana asked in surprise.

Arlan nodded, "But that’s not his real name. His real name is Aaron Wynter."