Quick Transmigration: Irresistible Beauty Chapter 414: Substitute Bride of the Demon King (18)

Confused, Silas instinctively turned his head downward to investigate further. It was then he realized that he had inadvertently touched a head, nestled securely against him, still deeply imrsed in sleep.

The head belonged to none other than Yue Ran, who appeared serene and peaceful in her slumber. Her hair, which glimred in the soft light, spilled across his chest like floating seaweed on the surface of the sea.

Silas frowned as he looked at the figure lying on his chest. The young woman’s defenseless, silent, and gentle sleeping face ca into view. The color of her lips was rosy, resembling the petals of a red rose, capable of making one lose their mind for a mont. The gentle rise and fall of her breathing was quiet and peaceful.

The Demon King paused for a mont and realized that the woman in front of him was not the one he had been thinking about day and night. She was not Ellie; she was rely a substitute.

His eyes imdiately turned gloomy and dangerous.

How could this woman be here? In his room? And sleeping on his chest?

He roughly pushed the person away. Yue Ran, who lay on his chest, clearly had no ti to react. The man shoved her hard, and her sleeping body fell to the ground with an unforgiving thud.

It was also this push that triggered Silas to recall so events that happened last night. There were still so scattered fragnts of mory remaining in his mind. He rembered himself holding onto the woman’s wrist and refusing to let her go. He could vividly recall the sensation of gripping the woman’s wrist tightly, his desperation blurring the edges of reality. In his confusion, he had foolishly mistaken her for Ellie, the very person whose presence he so deeply yearned for.

Last night... the fake— this young woman— took care of him with little to no rest. Silas’s expression suddenly turned a bit stiff and strange.

Just then, a sound sliced through his thoughts— a sharp "hiss" emanating from the ground, snapping him back to the present. The woman appeared to have woken up after the rude awakening, and her arm unwittingly collided with the shards of glass and porcelain strewn across the floor, a jarring reminder of the night’s violence.

Yue Ran rubbed her sore eyes, obviously not understanding what had happened. But when she looked up, she saw Silas sitting up on the bed.

Her husband had awoken! And he seed fine now!

The young woman was stunned for a mont, and then she smiled happily at him.

"My husband finally woke up," Yue Ran exclaid, her voice bubbling with uncontainable joy, her eyes sparkling as if they were filled with sunshine. It was a mont of pure relief and happiness that flooded through her.

The word "husband" sliced through the air like a sharp knife, and Silas’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing in dissatisfaction. A slight crease ford between his brows, reflecting his discontent and the unspoken words that simred just beneath the surface.

Yue Ran, however, did not seem to notice the ugly expression on his face, and if she did, she did not show anything, seemingly blissfully unaware of the tension that had erupted in the room.

Whether she sensed his displeasure or simply chose to ignore it, she maintained her cheery deanor, her focus solely on the man she had been waiting for. Her arm, still bearing a fresh wound that had yet to heal, seed hardly to register with her as she rose from the ground.

The young woman sat down on the chair on the side of the bed, and before the man could react, her warm hand touched his forehead as she skillfully checked his body temperature.

While caressing his head, Yue Ran gently asked, "Are you feeling better, husband? Does your head still hurt? Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?" After confirming that the temperature on his forehead had dropped, she smiled gently at Silas and said, "It is okay; you do not seem to have a fever anymore."

Yue Ran was relieved. She stretched out her hand to help him up and considerately took out a soft pillow to place behind his back. She then whispered, "Husband, do not be in a hurry to get out of bed; you need to lean on the pillow and rest for a while. You had a bad headache that lasted a long ti last night. Even if you are awake now, you might still feel so residual pain."

Silas’s eyes darkened, and he stared dangerously at the woman who had taken the initiative to touch him. "What did you call ?"

"Husband— No, I an..." Yue Ran finally realized that she had let the cat out of the bag. (Whoops— not.) She raised her head and looked at the other person with so embarrassnt as she explained dryly, "I an, Your Majesty... do you feel better now?"

The young woman spoke as carefully as she could, choosing her words with great care, fearing that the man in front of her might be angry at her.

Silas regarded her with a sneer that dripped with contempt. To be honest, he had little regard for the choice of title she had used to address him. To him, it was a trivial matter. He was just dissatisfied with her self-assertion. Yet, as he observed her face, marked by worry and apprehension, he could not help but feel a little strange in his heart. An unfamiliar flicker of sothing strange stirred within him—a curiosity, perhaps, or a montary glimpse of empathy he quickly dismissed.

What on earth is this woman trying to accomplish? Did she genuinely believe that her careful deanor and conciliatory words would soften his heart? He snorted inwardly at the idea. That was impossible!

Silas could not fathom how she could think that any display of vulnerability would sway him; it was the last thing he would ever allow.