Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 4171

As Morticia spoke, her face was covered in frost, but deep down, she was embarrassed and annoyed.

'I'm the Witch of the fiend race. How could I submit to a human? I was even held by Darryl for a long time. If news of what happened spread out, how could I ever face the fiend race in the future? How could I face Archfiend Antigonus?' she thought.

Darryl remained calm after being threatened and narrowed his eyes. "Fiend Martyr, nothing actually happened between us earlier. What can I possibly say?"

As he spoke, he could not help but look at Morticia. 'This Witch is pretty interesting. I thought she wasn't afraid of anything. It turns out she's worried about her reputation.'

Hearing his reply, Morticia bit her lips. She was furious but also speechless. Darryl was right. Nothing happened in the protective shield, but despite that, people would misunderstand her being close to Darryl.

As she recalled the situation, her heartbeat sped up and she turned red in the face. At that moment, Darryl stood up and chuckled at Morticia. "It's getting late. Fiend Martyr, please rest."

Then, he hurried to walk away. Morticia did not stop Darryl but instead, she watched his back as she wondered. 'It's strange. Initially, I was furious at Darryl barging into my tent at night, but eventually, I lost my desire to kill him. Could it be that I've started to like him after he saw me naked? No, no… That's impossible.'

She shook her head and blushed. As the Witch, how could she like a person like Darryl?

…

Meanwhile, as Darryl walked out of the tent, the smile on his face disappeared and his eyes flickered with rage.

'D*mn it. Oliver, what a b*stard. How dare he give false orders for me to go to Morticia's tent and cause me to almost get killed. I must get rid of him when I get the chance,' he thought and he returned to his tent.

It was only two hours till dawn and Darryl was exhausted. He immediately went to lay down and had not noticed his tent had been searched by Oliver. He did not even notice the paper and quill he used to write the letter were hidden.

Dong. Dong. Dong.

After he had been sleeping for some time, the sound of gongs and drums came from outside Darryl's tent. It was the signal for the fiend race armies to gather.