The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 268

He dropped another bomb at her embarassed self and she felt like she was being burdened with his straightforwardness. She took a peek at his handsome face to see if he did not feel anything while saying such an embarrassing thing but...

Draven was as calm and composed as usual, as if he said nothing wrong and continued to look at her.

'Are all beastmen like this? Do they have no shame? Or their females are like this as well?'

"You can hand it over to me," she heard him say as his gaze went towards that tiny ceramic container.

She immediately took a step to her side to cover the bedside table from his line of sight using her body. "Ah, no need. I will take care of it. Please do not bother with it."

"Are you sure?"

"Hmm." She nodded and chanted in her mind. 'Please don't talk about it anymore.please...'

"If you are fine, I have something else to talk about."

She sighed a relief as he changed the topic. "What is it?"

"You can first sit instead of standing since you are not feeling well," he said as he gestured for her to sit on the bed.

"Thank you for your concern but I am fine," she said awkwardly but took slow steps towards the bed, keeping her expression in check to show she was truly fine.

Draven felt bad about her situation but didn't feel guilty about it. He had done his best to keep himself sane and not to let his beast take over him so he wouldn't physically injure her. Though she was still hurt, there was nothing more he could do to make it better for her.

He walked towards her and carried her gently even before she could react. Ember didn't make a sound and let him carry her. He placed her not at the edge of the bed but in the middle, letting her sit comfortably with her back resting against the stack of pillows behind her. Meanwhile, he sat at the edge of the bed. She wondered what it could be that he wanted to talk about.

His red eyes stared at her green ones as he spoke in a low voice.

"Last night, you called me by another name. Do you remember it?"

It puzzled her. She tried to recall if something like that happened but could not. "I don't remember."

"Raven," he said, his voice solemn. "Have you heard of this name or do you know any person with this name?"

She again shook her head. "I don't know anyone with this name."

Draven still clearly remembered that she had called him Raven just like the woman in his vision. It was as if it was her who was saying it. The feeling he got after hearing them utter that name was the same as well.

'My Raven.'

These words kept ringing in his mind since the previous night.

"Is there anything that you have to talk about?" Draven asked.