She expected him to be an agent possessing the body of this man, but instead, it was a shocking confession. Cain Liberto, the man who took his life along with hers. Was he really in possession of the Crown Prince?
Still, when Elysee didnât open her mouth in silence, he grabbed her wrist and pulled gently.
âOn New Yearâs Day, January 1st, the back alley of Brand Wood Hotel in Glendale. The place and the day we first met.â
Without much resistance, Elysee sat on his lap as he led her.
âDo you remember being my partner at the Sausalito party? Your water-colored dress was so beautiful.â
Elysee only stared at him with a blank face.
âWhy arenât you saying anything? Donât you believe me?â
He raised one hand and gently rubbed her lower abdomen.
âThereâs a scar here. From when you were fourteen.â
Elysee put her hands on top of his.
âWho are you?â
Her voice was cold. Rexâs eyes drooped sullenly at Elyseeâs words.
âCome on, Elysee. Did you forget the day I died for you?â
Elysee chuckled and took his hand off her stomach.
âHey, Crown Prince. I donât know why you stole his memory, but that doesnât make you âCain Libertoâ.â
If he were actually Cain Liberto, he would have never mentioned her scar, no matter how much he wanted to make himself known.
Her firm words hardened his face. Elysee got up from his lap and patted down the crumpled hem of her dress.
âAre you a devil to lie so shamelessly? Did he go to hell, by any chance?
ââ¦â¦.â
âThatâs why itâs such a useless suicideâ¦. He was a fool.â
Rex leaped alongside Elysee who got up from her seat.
âHey, donât tell meâ¦.â
âWhy? You thought Iâd thank you and welcome you if you pretended to be Cain? You were mistaken. If you were really the bastard, I would have greeted you with a slap.â
He blinked and shut his mouth with a troubled look. Elysee, who was looking closely at his figure, tilted her head slightly and asked,
âBut are you really a demon?â
ââ¦what?â
Due to the urgency of the situation, Philip [t1v: the guy who gave her her mission] did not elaborate on the enormous framework and different existences of the afterlife. She just guessed that there would be something representing âevilâ if there were agents in Heaven, âthe upper worldsâ and units from the Midlands.
He knew who she was and about Cain Liberto. But itâs a little clumsy somewhere. If so, the wisest way was to act careless and then do her best to get information.
Elysee showed only curiosity, being careful not to reveal her sharp vigilance.
âNo, I was wondering if there was really a hell or a devil or something. Canât you tell me whatâs going on?â
Rex, who was looking at her with his eyes wondering if she had all this, suddenly smirked at his thoughts.
âThereâs a price for everything, once one goes up, one must come down. If I tell you who I am, what will you do for me?â
Elysee made an expression of disbelief. If he was indeed the devilâ who in their right mind would make a deal with the devil?
ââ¦Never mind. Iâm not that curious. Iâll think of you as a demonic entity, thatâs all.
âItâs similarâ¦.â
âI donât know if you know, but I came here as soon as I died. I donât know anything and I have nothing to give you.â
Knowing Lucasâ identity, she had some great information in her hand, but she had no intention of handing it over to him.
He grabbed her as she was trying to sit on the sofa with a look that he didnât care.
âLet me put it in once. Then Iâll let you know.â
âWhat? Put in?â
âYes, you smell good. Did you get a worldview correction? Iâm about to succumb.â
Elysee laughed with spirit.
âWas it like a sex stallion in rut? Was he a sex demon or the devil? Whatâs the difference?â
Anyway, the answer was already established.
âI donât want to.â
But Rex didnât give up easily.
âThen fellatio.â
âI donât like that either.â
Repeated rejection made his mouth curl.
âI thought you wanted to know who I was.â
âIf you want to tell me, I can give you a handjob.â
âThatâs too weak!â
âIf you donât like it, never mind then.â
âNo, instead take off your underwear and give it to me.â
Elysee gazed at him coldly.
âIâve seen all sorts of pervs.â
But it wasnât exactly a bad deal. Elysee was dumbfounded, but put her hand into her skirt and pulled down her underwear. Then I handed it over to him.
âOkay?â
Rex nodded and sat on the sofa on the road to loosen his waist. When he lowered his drawers, a thick column came out. It was slightly curved and the veins stood out, giving it a ferocious look.
âDo it for me.â
âOkay, donât push me.â
Elysee wrapped her hand around his thick column. It was already slippery, her hand barely wrapping around it.
âSo tell me, are you the devil? Or do you call them agents, too?â
âWhat do you mean agents? They are just a bunch of pretentious upper-class guys. Just think of me as a demon. Youâve already decided who I am.â
âWell, thatâs true.â
Elysee spread the transparent liquid evenly on his pillar and slowly rubbed it up and down.
âWhy did you pretend to be Cain? Are you trying to get me on your side?â