Chapter 601 – Why Holding Back?
Rava stood at the edge of a plush bed with a bowl of now cooling water, a damp cloth in one hand, and the full, oppressive weight of her pride on the other. And still… still, she glanced back at him.
Because there he was.
Lux Vaelthorn.
Incubus CFO of Hell. Son of Lust and Greed. Tied to his own bed with ancient rope, helpless, shirt half open, horns tousled, his smirk cocky but his eyes…
His eyes were the problem.
He had no right to pull that look.
That wide, open, slightly pathetic expression like a sad prince who got abandoned in the rain. His lashes long, his cheeks pale just enough from mana depletion to pass for tragic. That soft frown that whispered 'I'm trying to be good' even though he absolutely wasn't.
Puppy eyes.
Lethally calculated puppy eyes.
And she knew it.
She knew it.
And it didn't matter.
Because her knees still went weak.
