The butler stepped forward nervously. "Young Master Lucifer, Miss Cecilia Branford will be scared."
Lucifer's eyes were dark and cold. His posture was elegantly noble, his hands casually inserted in his suit trouser pockets. He lifted his long leg and kicked the butler away.
"Do I look like someone who would harm Cecilia Branford?"
The butler flew back and fell to the ground, one hand covering his abdomen, struggling to stand up. "I apologize for my rudeness, Young Master Lucifer."
With that, the butler, doctor, nurse, and servants exited the bedroom in a single file.
The spacious bedroom suddenly became quiet.
Lucifer turned, looking at Cecilia Branford curled up in a ball. His scarlet thin lips hooked slightly as he sat down at her bedside. His deep blue eyes, like the breakless ocean, gazed profoundly at her. "Cecilia, I am Lucifer, have you forgotten?"
"You... don't come any closer." Cecilia Branford covered her face with both hands, her face full of fear.
