The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: Cruel Brat

Oriana looked at the large man glaring down at her. It was Rafal who she bumped into. He had just stepped out of the doorway when Oriana happened to bump her face against his hard chest.

"You broke my nose, Young Master," she mumbled, covering her nose with her hands.

"Whose fault is it to not look ahead?" he replied grumpily.

"Apologies, Young Master. I was negligent." She bowed to him, but seeing the redness on her nose, Rafal’s stern expression softened.

"Let me see. There is no blood, right—"

A voice interrupted him. "Don’t you have urgent work to do, Rafal?"

Rafal’s body stiffened and he stepped away from Oriana.

Arlan walked towards them the moment he heard Oriana’s whining in pain.

"I will be on my way, my Lord." Rafal looked at Oriana. "Find Smith to get you ice." He then walked ahead.

Oriana glared at Arlan who didn’t show a tinge of sympathy towards her and ran inside the first guest mansion. "Cruel brat."

Though she said it after going inside the residence, Arlan still heard it. ’I am cruel now? Can’t she just look ahead while walking. Careless idiot.’

Since there was no bleeding, Oriana soon forgot about her swollen nose and started packing her stuff which took her hardly five minutes to do. When she came out, Arlan was no longer in the garden and she straightaway went to the bedchamber belonging to Arlan.

One manservant approached her as she was about to enter the chamber. "Orian, this medicinal patch is for your nose."

"Who sent it?"

"Miss Janella."

’Of course it must be her as she is kind unlike that brat.’ She accepted the patch and thanked the servant. "Uhm, wait, can I ask a question? I was asked to sleep in the side chamber of this room. The side chamber only has a bed. Is there a separate washroom on this floor I can use?"

"You can go to the servant quarters downstairs and use the communal washrooms we use."

Oriana entered Arlan’s bedchamber then walked towards one of the five doors connected to it. Her new sleeping arrangement was a small room with a bed for a single person’s use, a small wooden cupboard and dresser. There was a single glass window overlooking the front yard. Though considered ’small’ among the other rooms in the mansion, it was still bigger than her own room back in the village.

Arlan stood in front of the mirror and she first helped him put on the vest and then the tailcoat. While she began to button him up, Arlan quietly enjoyed their closeness. In that packed room, the scent of lavender and honeysuckles intertwined, both calming and heady, which suddenly gave him an urge to stay in place and not leave.

His gaze lowered towards her face who was busy doing her work, not knowing how her scent was affecting him. He could not deny she was beautiful. Even dressing as a boy could not hide her beauty. ’I wonder how she survived in this world while looking like this. Must have fought her way out.’

"I will return late in the night," he informed her.

She moved her gaze up upon hearing him speak all of a sudden, but realizing her mistake, she lowered her gaze. "Yes, my Lord."

"Do not stay awake to wait for me. Go to sleep early." _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

’Huh? Why does he sound like he cares about my wellbeing when he clearly doesn’t?’ she simply replied, "I dare not my Lord."

"Are you planning to go against my words?" His voice turned a little colder.

"I dare not. I apologize. I will follow as the Lord says."

Arlan then chose his own cravat, his cufflinks, lapel pins and other ornaments for noblemen that left Oriana dizzy with confusion. She had always had the impression that only ladies had to wear jewelry and decorations on their clothes. It appeared that though less obvious, the men were no different.