Her eyes crinkled in a smile as she spoke, her gaze fixed on him. Her voice was filled with a mix of novelty and curiosity.
As his gaze swept over her face, he found himself thinking that her eyes... were quite beautiful.
He remained silent, his expression calm, but his fingers, resting on his lap, began to tap unconsciously. Javier Sinclair could feel that in that fleeting moment, an unfamiliar emotion had stirred within him.
The woman propped her chin on her hand, looking ready for a casual chat.
She smiled faintly and called out to him softly,
"Husband."
Javier Sinclair's fingers froze. A fleeting stiffness crossed his calm face. He lifted his gaze slightly and said, "I am not your husband right now. Do not address me incorrectly." His voice grew heavy on the last sentence as if for emphasis. "I am the Demon God."
