Chapter 72: Talking about wealth doesn’t mean constructing a prenup
As the first sliver of sunlight entered through the window, the silver eyes blinked open and the thick eyelashes around it fluttered. They gazed at me for a while, in a daze. When they regained clarity, a smile cracked on his lips, and his cold hand found its place on my waist, pulling me closer.
"My sleepyhead sweetheart woke up before me? How miraculous," he chuckled in a deep, hoarse voice. It sounded thick, like syrup. Delicious. Making me want something sweet and fluffy for breakfast.
Closing his eyes again, he pulled my head into his chest, cradling my head, and I could hear his steady beating heart. Hesitatingly, I sneaked my arm around his torso, and pressed my face to him, feeling the comforting coldness of his skin.
"This is bad," he hummed while caressing my hair. "I’m tempted to just spend the day in bed with you,"
Personally, I didn’t mind. Unfortunately, I knew he was a responsible Lord that worked six days a week. But I was feeling mischievous and bratty, so I tightened my arm around him, and the sound of his laughter made his chest vibrate against my cheek.
I couldn’t help the giggling sound coming out of my lips, and the next thing I knew, I was on my back, and the Lord’s handsome face was hovering above me.
"Don’t seduce me too much, sweetheart," he said lightheartedly while leaning down to give me a morning kiss. "I’ll really do it you know, and then they’ll fire me."
I tilted my head in confusion. "Can they fire you even though you’re still the wealthiest?"
"I can’t stay rich if I don’t work," he smirked and started nuzzling my hair and neck.
Huh—wasn’t he the one who told me not to seduce him? What are you doing now, my Lord?
"But...do you have to be the Lord, though?" I asked in genuine ponder. I mean...he already had a Lair, and as the wealthiest demon, he should have enough money to last a lifetime even without working.