Lucifer sighed softly, raised his hand, and carefully wiped away her tears. "Don't cry, Cecilia," he said gently.
Sophie Sullivan lifted her eyelids. Her long lashes, heavy with tears, made her look even more pitiful. "What relatives do I have left?" she asked.
"Your uncle, your aunt, and your cousin sister."
Sophie Sullivan nodded absent-mindedly. Seeing her unstable emotional state, Lucifer took her ashore and led her back to her bedroom to rest.
"Cecilia, have a good sleep." Lucifer helped her lie down and stooped to plant a kiss on her forehead.
Sophie Sullivan resisted slightly. "Don't do that..."
Lucifer straightened up, looking hurt. "Cecilia," he said, "you were never like this before."
However, considering her current mood, Lucifer didn't want to say more. "You rest well," he said. "I'll be right outside."
Leaving the bedroom, Lucifer sat down on the sofa in the living room.
Leo stood nearby with his head bowed. "Master, would you like to order dinner now?"
