Sold to a Prince!

Chapter 41 - I Am Not A Monkey! Part2

Tssss! Tssss!

Loud sizzling noises echoed from the fat melting and falling on the fire underneath and the skewers were soon appropriately cooked.

They were roasted to perfection with a golden crisp on the outside and juicy aromatic flavor on the inside.

Sylvia had long since stopped staring at Mikel and was now ogling at the delicious meat skewers.

She even restlessly fidgeted with her hands behind her back, swallowing hard.

And while she was patiently waiting on the side, the two and a half men in front of her were leisurely laughing and chatting as they wolfed down the crisp and juicy meat cubes.

They happily helped themselves to one skewer after another and continued chatting.

Sylvia's mouth twitched as she kept waiting and waiting and waiting… a certain fact slowly became clearer and cleared to her.

These bastards were not planning on feeding her!!!

Sylvia gawked at the devil as he elegantly bit into the meat, chewing it and gulping it down nonchalantly.

To make matters worse, his pitch-black irises glanced at her as he stuck his tongue out and licked the tip of his index finger slowly.

Sylvia snapped as she blinked her eyes incredulously staring at the evil man.

She wanted to jump on the devil right then and there and pummel him down into the ground.

She was fine putting up with a lot of bullying up until now, but what inhumane torture was this!!!

And she had a feeling that he was purposefully teasing her, probably for his own amusement!

Myriad emotions crossed her face, hunger to anger to cold indifference. 

She was determined to not give the devil the satisfaction of toying with her!

She bit her lips and shifted her gaze away, focusing on the distant twinkling stars in the sky.

Sylvia wondered just what sort of powerful magic could possibly make them so mysterious and beautiful.

As she looked up with the distant melancholic gaze in her soulful blue eyes, she failed to realize that a certain someone was staring at her once again.

In fact, right at this exact moment, his thoughts were extremely similar to her own, wondering how could someone possibly be so beautiful and elegant.

There was something about that perfection that compelled Mikel to want to mess it up.

The man chuckled softly and diverted his attention back to the little kid again.

Time quickly ticked away and soon, all the roasted meat was picked clean, without even a single piece remaining.

The jerks really did not give her anything until the end!

Sylvia's lips twisted as she tried her hardest to put on a brave facade despite her poor stomach.

After a while, Theodore picked up the little kid and wandered off somewhere, leaving behind Sylvia alone with the devil.

Nope! She immediately made a beeline following the knight and the little devil, not wanting to be alone with the big bad wolf.

But unfortunately, a smooth velvety voice sounded behind her, making her stop right in her tracks.

"Just where do you think you are going, my dear?"

Sylvia cried inwardly, but turned around and obediently bowed without showing any of her inner turmoil.

"Come here." Mikel patted on the ground, pointing next to him.

Sylvia suddenly felt her legs misbehave, not wanting to move and follow the devil's orders.

But she gulped and walked closer anyways forcing herself. What fresh hell does he have for me this time? She wondered.

"Sit here." Mikel lazily mumbled as he crossed one leg over the other, leaning back, supporting himself on the ground with his elbows.

Sylvia gulped, hesitating to go anywhere near him, lest the events in the carriage repeat themselves.

But this time, Mikel didn't command her and make her obey him. He lazily stretched his limbs letting out a yawn.

"It's fine if you don't feel like sitting." He shrugged. "Are you hungry?"

Sylvia lifted her head, her gaze shifting from the ground under her feet to the suspiciously kind and gentle expression on the man's face.

She lightly nodded, after hesitating a bit.

He had asked her a simple question and she was indeed hungry so she answered without thinking too much about it.

Perhaps the man was feeling remorseful for how he had treated her, she assumed. 

Making her wait and watch them eat while she herself was starving. Guess the devil was not completely rotten after all. 

Sylvia waited, fully expecting the man to take out something edible from his bag and hand it over to her.

But weirdly enough, Mikel showed no signs of doing any such thing. 

He gazed at her a while, eying her figure from top to bottom, and then lazily lifted his hand pointing to a tree nearby.

"I am hungry too! Why don't you climb that tree and bring back some fruits for the both of us?"  he smirked.

Uh… Huh? What? Did he just ask me to climb a tree? Sylvia gawked at him, utterly bewildered.

She followed his finger and gazed at the tree he was pointing to and then back at him, shock and disbelief, written on her face.

How the hell am I supposed to climb that tall tree??? I am not a monkey! Damn it!!!