Chapter 820 – Remained Unchanged
Lyra observed him quietly for a moment before offering a faint smile. "You seem… relaxed today."
Lux picked up his coffee, inhaling the rich aroma before taking a slow sip. "Don't get used to it."
"Of course, sir."
He leaned casually against the counter, cup in hand, eyes drifting toward the panoramic windows. Beberly Hills shimmered under the morning light. For someone born in chaos and power struggles, this mortal sanctuary felt almost unreal.
And yet…
He was starting to enjoy it.
Not as an escape.
But as a choice.
A life where luxury wasn't just a symbol of dominance, but a space to breathe. To exist without constant vigilance. To share something simple with people who, against all logic, had become his constant.
Footsteps approached.
One by one, they returned.
And Lux noticed immediately.
The difference.
