A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 181 – 190
He looked at me, really looked at me, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of warmth in his eyes. But just as quickly, it vanished, replaced by that familiar mask of indifference.
“I don’t have time for all these” he said, standing up abruptly.
“Lucifer, wait!” I called, rising from my seat. “Can we—”
But he was already walking away, his back turned to me. “some other time” he said over his shoulder, his voice echoing in the empty room.
And just like that, he was gone, leaving me alone at the table, a mix of frustration and sadness swirling inside me. I clenched my fists, trying to push back the tears that threatened to spill over.
I had wanted so desperately to connect with him, to peel back the layers of his facade, but it felt like I was speaking to a wall.
I looked over at Mirabel, who was quietly organizing some papers in the corner of the room. “Where is he off to?” I asked, trying to keep my tone casual, even though my heart raced at the thought of Lucifer being away from the mansion.
“Lucifer has a meeting at his company,” she replied, glancing up briefly. There was a hint of surprise in her voice, and I couldn’t help but mirror it.
I had never pictured him as the type to engage in the mundane world of business. He was the Devil, after all, a being of immense power and chaos. But here he was, managing a company like any ordinary human.
As the reality sank in, a swirl of determination surged within me. If he was at work, that meant I had a chance to see him, to talk to him without the heavy emotions of the previous night hanging in the air.
I wanted to make things right, or at the very least, to be in his presence and show him that I was serious about wanting to reconnect.
I hurried into the kitchen, my mind racing with thoughts of how I could win back his favor. I decided to prepare his lunch. It would take time, but I wanted to make it special.
As I rummaged through the pantry and the fridge, I recalled the dishes he enjoyed—simple but rich, with a touch of elegance that matched his persona.
I settled on a classic roasted chicken with herbs, accompanied by garlic mashed potatoes and a fresh garden salad.
The preparation consumed me, each chop of the knife and stir of the pot pulling me deeper into a sense of purpose. I wanted to pour my feelings into this meal, to communicate everything I couldn’t put into words.
Hours slipped by as I focused on the task at hand. The kitchen filled with comforting aromas, and I let myself get lost in the rhythm of cooking.
I meticulously plated the food, adding a sprig of rosemary on top of the chicken for a finishing touch. I couldn’t help but smile at my handiwork; it looked inviting and delicious.
Once I was satisfied with the meal, I cleaned up the kitchen and headed back to my room to get ready. I needed to look elegant, something that would catch his attention and perhaps remind him of the connection we shared.
I searched through my wardrobe and finally settled on a striking red dress that hugged my curves perfectly. It was bold and vibrant, just like the emotions swirling within me.
After getting dressed, I styled my hair, letting it cascade in soft waves down my shoulders. I applied a touch of makeup—just enough to enhance my features, nothing over the top.
I wanted to appear effortlessly beautiful, the kind of woman who could captivate him without even trying.
With one last glance in the mirror, I felt a surge of confidence. I was determined to see him and show him that I cared, that I was willing to bridge the gap between us.
I asked Mirabel for Lucifer’s company name which she told me , too easily if I may add.
I grabbed a small bag to carry the lunch and headed out, my heart pounding with anticipation. The drive to his company was filled with a mix of nerves and excitement.
I imagined how he would react when he saw me, how he would feel about the lunch I had prepared especially for him.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 181 – 190
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