The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90: I Am Not Affected

The way Arlan’s ocean blue eyes deeply stared at her made Oriana shudder. She did not understand why, but she trusted her instinct. Today’s Lord seemed very, very dangerous.

Oriana belatedly noticed Arlan was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. "I...shall I prepare your bath for you, my Lord?"

Even without his agreement, Oriana hurried towards the side chamber, confused about his current mood as well as his earlier disappearance. She checked the bed and all the side chambers. Unless Arlan hid under the bed, there was no way she could not have found him.

’Perhaps he went for a very early morning stroll?’ She could only justify it like that in her mind.

Imbert and Rafal reached Arlan’s chamber a minute later. Imbert entered after knocking and saw his liege standing by the window.

"Good morning, Your Highness."

Arlan just nodded before looking at the scenery outside.

Imbert guessed his liege was not in the mood to talk. He turned around and left, not wanting to disturb his morning.

When he stepped out, Rafal asked, "His Highness is back?"

"He is back," Imbert replied. The two knights walked away as if this was not a strange situation for them.

Oriana, along with the other servants, prepared the bath for Arlan in no time. The confusion that morning had already been thrown at the back of her mind. Her goal for the day was to increase Arlan’s favorability towards her.

She was the epitome of a diligent servant as she approached him with a smile.

"My Lord, your bath is ready."

In response to her high-spirited mood, Arlan walked inside the side chamber without a word. His handsome face was hard and unmoving, as if turned into stone, causing the ignorant Oriana to be at a loss at his reaction.

Oriana hurried to follow his steps and helped him take off his garments. While unbuttoning his shirt, she happened to lift her gaze a little to look at him, wondering why he was acting like she didn’t exist.

It was so strange. Unlike the previous day, no, unlike their previous encounters when Arlan either consistently staring at her or finding faults with her, this time, he was looking straight ahead as if her presence didn’t matter.

’What’s the matter with him?’ She puckered her lips. ’Have I offended him by chance?’

As soon as she removed his upper garments, Arlan wordlessly entered the bathtub, leisurely leaning with his back against one end of the tub as usual with his arms outstretched on his sides.

She had been ignored once more.

Oriana adjusted her position to ease her cleaning his chest with soap and washcloth. She glanced at that handsome face but realized he had this crease in between his eyebrows, and it would clench a little more every time she scrubbed his torso. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}