Chapter 21. Lost his Purity
The moment we stepped into the room, the atmosphere was serene—calm chatter, delicate laughter, the soft clink of crystal glasses.
Naturally, Art decided that such tranquility was a personal offense.
With a quick glance back at me, he marched forward like a theatrical noble stepping onto a stage and threw his arms wide with a flamboyant grin.
"Happy to meet you all!!" he shouted with such unearned energy, it almost echoed.
Every conversation in the room halted at once. Heads turned. All eyes shifted to the noisy intruder.
But instead of irritation, their expressions brightened.
Lilith was the first to react. Her eyes glinted with mischief as she approached, swaying her hips like a predator zeroing in on prey. She stopped right in front of Art, leaned down slightly—just enough to make her presence more felt—and studied his face with exaggerated seriousness.
"You've grown into quite the handsome young man," she said, her voice silky and teasing.
Art ran a hand through his hair as if she'd merely stated the obvious, basking in the praise like he expected applause next.
I barely contained the groan forming in my throat. 'Don't inflate his ego. He doesn't need help.'
He chuckled and, with an unnecessary flourish, took Lilith's hand. "And you've blossomed into a stunning woman, Little Lilith."