Sold to a Prince!-Chapter 31 - What Smells So Nice?

After a few minutes, with his typical trademark bright and sunny charming smile, Mikel opened the carriage door, letting Theodore and Cassius climb back in.

The little kid looked at Mikel nervously and then at Sylvia who seemed as if she was peacefully sleeping, her head rested on the Prince's lap.

The small back of his body was completely drenched in sweat.

"Uncle…" He hesitantly mumbled without meeting Mikel's eyes, but surprising him, the man only chuckled lightly.

He seemed to be in a very good mood. "Don't worry about it anymore. I will buy you some sweets from your favorite shop."

He pinched the small kid's cheeks and knocked on the carriage, signaling the coachman to start moving.

Cassius nodded with a confused smile and sat on the opposite side, next to Theodore.

His eyes, however, had stopped looking out the window. They were rather busy circling on the sleeping woman on his uncle's lap.

He gulped nervously feeling extremely guilty about his earlier actions.

And so an uncomfortable silence prevailed in the luxurious carriage as it flew by the streets of the royal city, unaffected by the hustle and bustle of the roads.

Unfortunately, Sylvia slept through the whole trip and missed the splendor of the royal city altogether.

She only stirred awake when the carriage had almost reached the far outskirts of the city, nearing the bordering forests.

Sylvia's long eyes lashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, stretching her arms and stifling a yawn.

"Mmm…"

She mumbled something incoherently, still half-asleep, and turned her head to the other side, hugging something tightly, something which felt extremely warm and comfortable.

"Since when did my pillow smell so nice?"

In her semi-sleepy state, Sylvia sniffed, again and again, taking in the pleasant alluring scent and her hands lazily and curiously explored her surroundings.

Mikel gazed at the woman in amusement.

She was running her hands all over him without any restraint, but he didn't stop her.

Rather the twinkle in his eyes gave away the fact that he was very much enjoying her touch.

In fact, he would have allowed her to continue on but unfortunately, his nephew was sitting right there.

So he settled for the next best thing and the devil wickedly cleared his throat with cruel intentions.

"Are you done groping or should I unbutton my shirt for you?"

Startled awake by the familiar yet dangerous voice, Sylvia snapped her eyes open as she suddenly recollected where she was and what had happened.

Her eyes flew wide at the sight of the devil's face right above her, hovering over her with a smug grin.

She gulped meeting his gaze, the image from the corner of her eyes telling her where she was lying down and more importantly, where she had been touching.

She quietly retreated her hands which were feeling the man's chest.

And then she remembered the sniffing…

With her face right next to his crotch, it was not really that difficult for the young woman to guess what she had been sniffing.

FUCK!

Sylvia felt as if lightning had struck her body.

Her face instantly heated up and she scrambled hurriedly, trying to get up from the man's lap.

"Slowly, my dear. Slowly. Don't hurt yourself." Mikel chuckled.

Sylvia noticed that the man didn't call her using the nauseous nickname he had kept for her.

Wait, what am I even thinking about right now??? Sylvia fumbled about trying to get out of the devil's grasp and since the carriage was moving, she easily lost her balance.

The woman was about to fall face forward onto the carriage floor when the devil chuckled and helped her out.

He scooped her up like a ladle with water and poured her onto the seat next to him. "There you go?"

Sylvia glared at the devil and his curved lips. This man was getting a bit too amused from her misery! Damn it! Please visit f𝒓𝑒e𝓌e𝚋𝘯૦𝘷e𝗹. c૦𝒎

She quickly wiggled to the edge of the seat, getting as far away as she could from the handsome charming devil.

Her eyes then fell on the other occupant of the carriage, sitting right in front of her, the mini version of the big devil.

The boy blinked at her cutely and smiled, with traces of guilt and hesitation at the edges of his lips.

This little rascal!

Sylvia cursed her bad luck for being surrounded by devils like this.

But unexpectedly, the next second, Cassius extended his hands, this time offering her an entire bowl of small square-shaped sweets.

"Umm… Umm… Slave gal… you want some milk sweets?" He innocently blinked and asked.

Sylvia's mouth twitched uncontrollably as she stared at the unbelievable child.

This boy! He made so much trouble for her and now he was again using this same line? She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The kid even had a big basket of sweets next to him, very obviously, something that the devil had compensated him because of her 'misbehavior'.

Sylvia silently fumed inside. She might be a slave but this was a bit too much, damn it!

She bit her lips in frustration and quietly nodded, stubbornly refusing to accept the small kid's offer.

But when she looked at him again, she could see the boy's eyes glistening, a small whimper escaping his lips.

Oh no! The boy looked like he was about to cry!!! Sylvia immediately panicked.

She then quickly smiled and begrudgingly even thanked the little kid before accepting his tainted offering.

She decided that she would rather eat this trap candy than face the wrath of the big devil for making the little devil cry!