Betrayed, I Knocked Demon Lord's Door - Chapter 46: Chapter 46
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Back home, Caitlyn let out a soft yawn, a bit drowsy from the day.
She cast a glance at Leon—he was staring at her with wide eyes, completely still.
"Nap time?" he asked, voice low and hopeful.
A smile tugged at the corners of Caitlyn's lips.
This guy... was clearly waiting for a head pat.
She circled behind him and—smack!—delivered a playful kick to his backside.
She had pieced it together: that earlier act of his at school, all sad and defeated? Yeah, totally staged. Maybe there was a touch of truth in it, but it was laced with calculated drama.
He made her feel guilty. Manipulated her into being the one to make the first move.
What a scheming man.
Leon rubbed his butt. It didn't hurt, not even close to what she usually dished out.
'No head pats, just a kick. Guess I'll see if that helps me sleep better,' he mused, trudging off toward his room.
Watching his grumpy little retreat, Caitlyn blinked—then laughed, half annoyed.
'Is this guy seriously giving me the silent treatment now?' she thought.
She spoiled him too much.
Minutes later, Caitlyn kicked open Leon's door with a dark expression, marched straight over to his bed while he stared at her in blank confusion.
Satisfied, she let out a deep exhale, lifted her chin proudly like a regal little swan, and sauntered out of the room.
Leon lay frozen for a while before silently crawling under his blanket to nap.
Yeah... he'd call that a win.
As evening approached, the last rays of the sun cast a warm red hue across the kitchen, gilding Leon's profile in shadow.
He stared at the stove, wrestling with a dilemma.
Should he cook today... or just not bother?
Yesterday's failure still stung a bit.
Caitlyn appeared at the doorway, voice soft with a sigh. "You already bought the groceries. Might as well use up the prepaid card while you're at it. By the time it's empty, maybe your food'll actually be edible."
Leon muttered, "If it turns out awful again, can we just toss it?"
He was supposed to be the chef, and yet he sounded like the victim here.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "Wow, can't believe you're sulking because I agreed to eat your disaster meals to cheer you up."
"I want you to eat something that tastes good," Leon said, locking eyes with her.
Caitlyn quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing.
'This idiot... why does he always say things that make it hard to respond?'
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. But if it's not toxic and just a little bland or whatever, we'll eat it together. No point wasting food."
"Alright."
Maybe it was her encouragement, or maybe having her beside him in the kitchen helped, but this time—Leon's results were... average.
"Hey, it's way better than yesterday!" Caitlyn said brightly, trying to lift his mood as he stared at the plate like it had insulted his ancestors.
Raising this guy really felt less like handling a world-class superhuman and more like babysitting a child.
Was there even a difference?
She wasn't sure, but at least Leon looked slightly less mopey now.
Sighing, he picked up his utensils. "Let's just get through it. If it's too bad, don't force yourself."
It was an improvement, but the goal of preparing a truly amazing birthday dinner? Still out of reach.
Caitlyn didn't say a word, just casually helped herself to the food.
It wasn't bad. Not great either, but clearly made with effort—and effort deserved to be respected.
She wasn't about to complain. She was the one being fed, after all.
Surprisingly, the meal turned out rather cozy.
Leon peeked at Caitlyn, who seemed to be eating just fine, and let out a small breath of relief.
He'd accepted the truth: he wasn't born to be a chef.
All he had going for him was... decent knife skills.
The warm yellow lighting made the room feel like a blanket.
Caitlyn's face was cold as always, but Leon's heart felt oddly golden.
Night fell. No stars, no moon.
Damn Abyssal Rift. One of these days, someone needed to blow that thing sky-high.
"Walk?" Caitlyn asked suddenly, standing up.
As if she needed to ask. Of course he'd go.
She changed into beige pants, her golden hair cascading down naturally over her shoulders. The soft blue blouse she wore made her features even more striking.
Leon stared a little too long. Caitlyn shifted uncomfortably under his gaze until he finally spoke up, "Maybe wear a mask?"
"What?"
"You're too pretty. I don't really want anyone else looking." He caught himself. "As a friend."
Her face turned red. The usual chill in her expression melted away as she turned sharply and left the house.
'Idiot,' Caitlyn thought. 'Just admit you're jealous already...'
He was getting ridiculous. He didn't even want people looking at her face anymore.
What next—lock her in a tower? Wait, what was she thinking?
It was not like they were going to end up together. Leon was just a tenant. A friend.
Even if he had feelings for her, she'd never fall for him.
Leon, for his part, had no idea what she was thinking. He followed a few steps behind, watching her back, dazed.
He thought, 'Yeah, I really don't want anyone else looking...'
The sky above Ekavine was pitch-black, but the city glowed bright with neon lights. The wind was picking up, November's chill creeping in.
Leon lengthened his stride to walk beside Caitlyn. He couldn't block much wind, but maybe he could offer a little warmth.
Human space heater. The perfect winter cuddle pillow.
'Would that make a good sales pitch?' Nah. She'd roll her eyes.
Maybe when they got closer.
A golden strand of her hair fluttered in the wind and brushed against his cheek, tickling slightly.
He instinctively leaned in a little. Their arms bumped, casually at first, then a bit more rhythmically.
"You cold?" he asked, trying to sound offhanded.
'Trying to hold hands? Dream on.'
Caitlyn smirked and sped up, turning to walk backward, hands behind her back. Under the streetlight, her pale face lit up with a radiant smile.
"I've got pockets. I'm fine."
Leon blinked, momentarily stunned. Then a horn blared from a passing car, snapping him back to reality. His heart thudded. He looked away, flustered.
Seeing his dazed expression and sudden silence, Caitlyn slowed down and tilted her head, ruby eyes blinking at him. "Leon... are you blushing?"
"I am not."
He totally was.
And finally, Caitlyn laughed. Crisp and clear.
Leon clenched his fists, cheeks burning as he stared her down. This devious Demon Lord. How dare she weaponize that pretty face to throw him off his game?
It was shameless.
She cast a glance at Leon—he was staring at her with wide eyes, completely still.
"Nap time?" he asked, voice low and hopeful.
A smile tugged at the corners of Caitlyn's lips.
This guy... was clearly waiting for a head pat.
She circled behind him and—smack!—delivered a playful kick to his backside.
She had pieced it together: that earlier act of his at school, all sad and defeated? Yeah, totally staged. Maybe there was a touch of truth in it, but it was laced with calculated drama.
He made her feel guilty. Manipulated her into being the one to make the first move.
What a scheming man.
Leon rubbed his butt. It didn't hurt, not even close to what she usually dished out.
'No head pats, just a kick. Guess I'll see if that helps me sleep better,' he mused, trudging off toward his room.
Watching his grumpy little retreat, Caitlyn blinked—then laughed, half annoyed.
'Is this guy seriously giving me the silent treatment now?' she thought.
She spoiled him too much.
Minutes later, Caitlyn kicked open Leon's door with a dark expression, marched straight over to his bed while he stared at her in blank confusion.
Satisfied, she let out a deep exhale, lifted her chin proudly like a regal little swan, and sauntered out of the room.
Leon lay frozen for a while before silently crawling under his blanket to nap.
Yeah... he'd call that a win.
As evening approached, the last rays of the sun cast a warm red hue across the kitchen, gilding Leon's profile in shadow.
He stared at the stove, wrestling with a dilemma.
Should he cook today... or just not bother?
Yesterday's failure still stung a bit.
Caitlyn appeared at the doorway, voice soft with a sigh. "You already bought the groceries. Might as well use up the prepaid card while you're at it. By the time it's empty, maybe your food'll actually be edible."
Leon muttered, "If it turns out awful again, can we just toss it?"
He was supposed to be the chef, and yet he sounded like the victim here.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "Wow, can't believe you're sulking because I agreed to eat your disaster meals to cheer you up."
"I want you to eat something that tastes good," Leon said, locking eyes with her.
Caitlyn quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing.
'This idiot... why does he always say things that make it hard to respond?'
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. But if it's not toxic and just a little bland or whatever, we'll eat it together. No point wasting food."
"Alright."
Maybe it was her encouragement, or maybe having her beside him in the kitchen helped, but this time—Leon's results were... average.
"Hey, it's way better than yesterday!" Caitlyn said brightly, trying to lift his mood as he stared at the plate like it had insulted his ancestors.
Raising this guy really felt less like handling a world-class superhuman and more like babysitting a child.
Was there even a difference?
She wasn't sure, but at least Leon looked slightly less mopey now.
Sighing, he picked up his utensils. "Let's just get through it. If it's too bad, don't force yourself."
It was an improvement, but the goal of preparing a truly amazing birthday dinner? Still out of reach.
Caitlyn didn't say a word, just casually helped herself to the food.
It wasn't bad. Not great either, but clearly made with effort—and effort deserved to be respected.
She wasn't about to complain. She was the one being fed, after all.
Surprisingly, the meal turned out rather cozy.
Leon peeked at Caitlyn, who seemed to be eating just fine, and let out a small breath of relief.
He'd accepted the truth: he wasn't born to be a chef.
All he had going for him was... decent knife skills.
The warm yellow lighting made the room feel like a blanket.
Caitlyn's face was cold as always, but Leon's heart felt oddly golden.
Night fell. No stars, no moon.
Damn Abyssal Rift. One of these days, someone needed to blow that thing sky-high.
"Walk?" Caitlyn asked suddenly, standing up.
As if she needed to ask. Of course he'd go.
She changed into beige pants, her golden hair cascading down naturally over her shoulders. The soft blue blouse she wore made her features even more striking.
Leon stared a little too long. Caitlyn shifted uncomfortably under his gaze until he finally spoke up, "Maybe wear a mask?"
"What?"
"You're too pretty. I don't really want anyone else looking." He caught himself. "As a friend."
Her face turned red. The usual chill in her expression melted away as she turned sharply and left the house.
'Idiot,' Caitlyn thought. 'Just admit you're jealous already...'
He was getting ridiculous. He didn't even want people looking at her face anymore.
What next—lock her in a tower? Wait, what was she thinking?
It was not like they were going to end up together. Leon was just a tenant. A friend.
Even if he had feelings for her, she'd never fall for him.
Leon, for his part, had no idea what she was thinking. He followed a few steps behind, watching her back, dazed.
He thought, 'Yeah, I really don't want anyone else looking...'
The sky above Ekavine was pitch-black, but the city glowed bright with neon lights. The wind was picking up, November's chill creeping in.
Leon lengthened his stride to walk beside Caitlyn. He couldn't block much wind, but maybe he could offer a little warmth.
Human space heater. The perfect winter cuddle pillow.
'Would that make a good sales pitch?' Nah. She'd roll her eyes.
Maybe when they got closer.
A golden strand of her hair fluttered in the wind and brushed against his cheek, tickling slightly.
He instinctively leaned in a little. Their arms bumped, casually at first, then a bit more rhythmically.
"You cold?" he asked, trying to sound offhanded.
'Trying to hold hands? Dream on.'
Caitlyn smirked and sped up, turning to walk backward, hands behind her back. Under the streetlight, her pale face lit up with a radiant smile.
"I've got pockets. I'm fine."
Leon blinked, momentarily stunned. Then a horn blared from a passing car, snapping him back to reality. His heart thudded. He looked away, flustered.
Seeing his dazed expression and sudden silence, Caitlyn slowed down and tilted her head, ruby eyes blinking at him. "Leon... are you blushing?"
"I am not."
He totally was.
And finally, Caitlyn laughed. Crisp and clear.
Leon clenched his fists, cheeks burning as he stared her down. This devious Demon Lord. How dare she weaponize that pretty face to throw him off his game?
It was shameless.
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