Seven Sins System Chapter 493. Good At Pretending
I raised an eyebrow at that, a bit surprised by her admission. "Composed? I don't know if I'd call it that. I just don't let the chaos show."
Puriel's eyes flickered with something, maybe admiration, or maybe just resignation. "You make it look effortless," she replied softly, her voice quieter than usual. "It's like nothing fazes you."
I smirked, leaning in just a little closer, my eyes still locked on hers. "Maybe that's because I've had centuries to practice. Or maybe it's just because I'm a devil and we're naturally good at pretending everything's under control, even when it isn't."
Her lips tightened into a thin line, but the corners of her mouth twitched like she was trying not to smile. "That's not exactly reassuring," she muttered.
I chuckled softly. "Did you expect reassurance from me?"
"No," she said with a sigh, but there was no venom behind the words. Just a kind of exasperated acceptance. "But sometimes I wonder if you ever let yourself feel anything real."
I paused for a moment. There was a part of me that wanted to laugh it off, to make some snarky comment about how devils weren't supposed to feel things the way mortals did, but the way she was looking at me… it made it hard to brush it aside.
"I feel things, Puriel," I said, my voice dropping a little lower. "Probably more than I should. I just don't let it show."
Her gaze softened again, her eyes searching mine as if trying to figure out whether to believe me or not.
"Why do you always hide it, then?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I tilted my head slightly, still not breaking eye contact. "Because showing weakness isn't something I can afford, not in this world or anywhere else."
She nodded slowly, as if she understood, but there was still something unresolved in her gaze. I leaned in closer, the space between us shrinking to almost nothing. Her breath hitched slightly.
For a brief second, I thought she might let it happen. I thought she might let me close the gap between us. I leaned in, my lips just inches from hers, my heart pounding louder than it should have been for a devil as practiced as me.
But just as I was about to close the distance, she turned her head to the side, refusing the kiss. The movement was soft, almost hesitant, but it was clear.
I stopped, pulling back slowly, a wry smile forming on my lips. "I guess I pushed my luck too far, huh?" This kiss was different from the last one. This one was personal.
Puriel didn't look at me, her cheeks still flushed from the closeness. "It's not the case," she said softly, her voice almost apologetic, but she didn't offer any further explanation.
I sighed quietly, not pushing it any further. "I've brought breakfast for you," I said, standing up from the bed and giving her a little space. "This time, it's special. I even put cheese in it. Thought you might appreciate that."
She glanced at me from the corner of her eye, a faint smile tugging at the edges of her lips. "You're being awfully considerate today."
"Consider it a gesture of goodwill," I replied with a grin. "I was feeling generous."
I motioned toward the desk where I had left the sandwiches. "I also have some breadsticks from Red if you're interested. They're… not bad."
At the mention of Red, I noticed Puriel's breath hitch, just for a second. Her gaze flickered slightly, but she composed herself quickly. "I don't like breadsticks," she said a little too sharply, turning her head away.
I chuckled to myself, recognizing the familiar edge in her voice. 'Still jealous of Red, aren't you?' I thought, though I didn't say it aloud. Instead, I kept my tone light.
"Suit yourself," I said, walking toward the sandwiches and grabbing one for myself. "More for me."
Puriel stood up from the bed, smoothing her clothes as she regained her usual composure. Her eyes flicked toward the door, a familiar guarded look crossing her face. "Before you misunderstand," she started, her voice steady but with a slight edge, "I want to remind you that I am not jealous of Red or any of your women."
I smirked, raising an eyebrow at her insistence. "Yeah, right."
She shot me a look, but I decided not to press further. Sometimes, it was better to let her have the last word. "Okay, sure," I replied, keeping it simple. I knew it wasn't worth pushing her more on the topic. After all, Puriel was stubborn, and even though I could feel the undercurrent of jealousy whenever Red's name came up, there was no point in making her admit something she wasn't ready to face.
I grabbed the paper bag from the desk and handed it to her. "Here," I said, a bit more casually. "Breakfast, as promised."
She hesitated for a moment before taking the bag from me, her expression softening slightly. "Thank you," she said, though her voice remained formal, as if she didn't want to show too much appreciation. She glanced toward the door again, clearly ready to leave.
But I wasn't done with her just yet.
Before she could slip away, I gently grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. "Hold on," I said, tilting my head slightly. "Why don't you sit down and eat with me?"
Puriel's eyes widened for a brief moment, surprise flickering across her face before she quickly masked it. "Sit here? With you?" she asked, her voice tight with uncertainty. "Wouldn't the principal be mad if she found me in here?"
I chuckled softly, leaning back in my chair. "Who cares? Katrina is Red's daughter. She wouldn't dare fire me. Or you. As long as I say no to her about... certain things." I flashed her a teasing grin. "So, you better be nicer to me."
Puriel frowned, clearly unimpressed with my attempt to lighten the mood. "That's not the point. Eating in the infirmary is a violation of the rules, and you know that."
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