Wife of The Demon Prince
Chapter 170: Drugging the crown Prince

Chapter 170: Drugging the crown Prince

As the banquet was in full swing in the hall, Hamon had followed Claire to the guests room. Claire was grinning all the way to the guests room, she’d prepared everything in advance so that they wouldn’t be disturbed by the people in the hall no matter what happened here.

She smiled secretly at the thought of sleeping in Hamon’s firm arms naked. As they stepped inside the guests room, Claire spoke softly, "Your Highness, please take off the coat so I can clean it up..."

Without a word, Hamon causally removed his coat and handed it to her. Claire couldn’t help but swallow hard at the sight of his well-built muscled torso hinting underneath his tight white inner shirt.

"I-i will go and clean it for you immediately." She rushed outside the room with her heart beating fiercely, she’d never seen anything as erotic as that. He looked...heavenly!

Claire glanced down at the coat in her hand, she then inhaled his scent, she closed her eyes as she let his lingering scent on the coat take her to the world of imagination. Just then, Eleanora broke her from her wild thoughts,

"Claire?" Eleanora called to gain her attention. She jolted back to reality and glanced towards Eleanora who was holding a tray containing a glass of lemon juice. Claire had asked her to prepare it all in advance.

However, Eleanora had come to the banquet quite late and she’d been behaving a bit differently. But Claire still didn’t noticed her strange behavior because of her excitement to spend a passionate night with Hamon.

"Eleanora, the crown Prince loves me! I can see it in his eyes."

"Huh?" Eleanora was taken aback by her words. How could that be?

Despite Eleanora’s bemusement, Claire continued on ecstatically, with her dark eyes as bright as the day, "You know, he didn’t even get angry when I spilled the wine on his coat, he just looked at my eyes lovingly and told me to lead the way." She said with a dreamy expression, then added, "Don’t you also think it’s love?"

"I...I can’t tell. It might be..." Claire’s mood was soaring too high to notice Eleanora’s muted and strange behavior.

"Where is Catherine?" She asked, but realizing she didn’t care enough to want to know, she waved her hand, "Just forget about her. I think even if I don’t use the aphrodisiac on him, he’d still love me tonight." She remarked hugging his coat to her body.

"You mean you won’t use it on him anymore?"

"Why won’t I? Of course I’ll still use it. He might not attempt to touch me without it even if he loves me. Moreover, I want to have him tonight no matter what!" She mused as she brought out a small container from her dress pocket and spilled the aphrodisiac into the lemon juice Eleanora was holding on the tray.

Claire’s eyes glistened in excitement. Once Hamon drank this, it would be more exciting! He would lust after her body like an animal, and she would be the poor young woman who was forced to lose her chastity to him. And Hamon would have no other choice but to take responsibility. She had the backing of the queen on this and he would not be able to refuse the queen’s order to take responsibility of his actions.

And after he married her, she would make sure to poison Ara to her death and take the position of the crown princess, she’d be Hamon’s only wife. Furthermore, it would be easier if she were to get pregnant tonight. There was no greater power than to bear the crown Prince’s first child!

After tonight, she’d make sure to eat healthy food that would promote pregnancy and avoid any wine. She’d do everything to make sure she bore his seed tonight.

Claire smiled at those thoughts before taking the tray from Eleanora , "Make sure to keep your eyes at the corridor, don’t let anyone come to this direction to disturb us, understood?" She instructed strictly.

"Alright." Eleanora gave her a small nod and a forced smile of reassurance. Her muted behavior should be suspicious by now, but Claire simply smiled at the bright future unfolding before her eyes.

Claire turned back and headed back to the guests room where Hamon was waiting for his coat to be cleaned holding the tray with a bright smile. The time she’d been waiting for had finally arrived.

She opened the door with one hand and closed it behind her. Inside the room, Hamon lazily sat on the armchair looking bored with his leg crossed on the other. She admired his breathtaking face for a moment. However, he looked completely uninterested in her return to the room, and he didn’t even spare a glance up to her direction.

Claire cleared her throat to gain his attention, "Ahem." Only at the noise did Hamon’s red eyes shifted to her, he glanced at her hand, a deep frown was quick to settle on his handsome face when he didn’t see his coat in her hand but a tray.

"Where is my coat?" He questioned displeased at the fact that he’d been waiting here for minutes, and she’d came back without his coat.

"What?"

"Are you deaf? If you don’t have my coat cleaned, don’t show your face here. Go get it done before coming back to bother me. Get out!"

"...!" She was stunned speechless by his cold attitude towards her. She thought they had a special connection earlier. Claire’s bright expression slowly began to darken, " Your Highness, if you knew who I am, you wouldn’t order me around like a servant." In all her life, nobody dared to order her around or treat her like some kind of a low-life servant!

Hamon’s expression darkened, the room’s atmosphere changed dramatically as he gave a dark mocking laugh at her words. He leaned back on the chair and eyed her up and down before raising a brow, "And who are you again?"

Claire couldn’t believe he didn’t even remember her, "You don’t know me? Or are you pretending not_"

"Don’t make me ask you again, lady. Tell me who the hell you are to dare talk back at me." His voice was calm but there was something dangerous laced underneath his calmness.

Claire couldn’t help but wince in fright at his cold glare. She suddenly felt a cold chill run down her spine as her eyes met his cold and dark ones. Hamon could easily catch anyone’s eyes with his handsomeness, but standing in the line of his charisma was like standing before the gates of hell, waiting to burn you to ashes.

She suddenly recalled the time he’d casually appeared at the event with sire Edward’s limbs as a gift. She had almost forgotten about that scene and the terrifying limbs rolling on the marbled floor of the hall.

"I..." She suddenly didn’t know how to answer him. When she and Ara had fought at the event, she’d met Hamon there. She couldn’t believe he didn’t remember her now, his eyes had even lasted long on her that day. She’d thought she didn’t have a large impression on him...

But it turned out she was completely nonexistent to his world. It must be because of that whore! But then, no worries, after tonight he’d surely remember her forever.

Claire bit her lip before putting back her friendly smile, "Well. I am Claire Tudor, Your Highness. I brought you some juice so you could have it while I get on to cleaning your coat." She said as she carefully placed the tray on the table, "Please, accept this as an apology for ruining your coat, I’ll only feel at ease after you accept my sincere apologies, Your Highness." She handed him the glass of juice.

Despite Claire’s meek demeanor, Hamon’s stone cold expression did not soften one bit. It even hardened even more knowing her identity. However, he took the glass from her hand.

Claire’s expression brightened as he accepted the glass and lifted it to his lips, but to her disappointment. He paused before it could even touch his lips, he then inhaled the juice. Suddenly his red eyes flashed dangerously as his lips pulled up into a devilish smile.

Hamon glanced up at Claire, he knew the lady was up to something right from the time he heard her name. He hadn’t recognized her because he’d only met her twice, and those two times, she was picking up against his wife. He hadn’t really suspected her until he heard her name. Rage flooded his veins as he slowly stood up to his feet.

When Hamon spoke, his voice was terrifyingly colder than ever, "You certainly have some guts, to think you can drug me?! How dare you drug the damn juice?!" Claire’s excited heart jolted in fright immediately he spoke, "I will serve your head to the wild animals for your foolish scheme if you don’t start to confess." He snapped as he took an intimidating step towards her.

Claire began to tremble internally, her chest dropped to her stomach at his angry glares. How...how did he know she drugged the juice?!