Betrayed, I Knocked Demon Lord's Door - Chapter 47: Chapter 47

The sky was heavy with clouds that evening. After a short stroll to walk off dinner, the two of them hurried home, sensing rain in the air.
Sure enough, the moment they closed the front door, the pitter-patter of raindrops hit the windows—within seconds, it turned into a torrential downpour.
Leon checked the weather app on his phone. Rain tomorrow too. No clue if it'd clear up by morning.
Meanwhile, Caitlyn ran to shut the balcony window, gathering her freshly dried undergarments into her arms and quietly walking them back to her bedroom.
Leon stared at her for a long second, unable to help the smile tugging at his lips.
She was adorable.
A few moments later, she emerged again with her pajamas in hand, giving the man sprawled on the couch a sidelong glance. "Not showering?"
"I'll wait for you to go first," Leon replied casually. "Unless you're cold. In that case, I could warm up the bathroom for you."
Caitlyn rolled her eyes. 'What is this? A prelude to warming the bed too?'
She hadn't eaten much for dinner—though Leon's food had been entirely cleaned up, the energy demands of a powerhouse like her were far from average.
By around ten, Leon emerged from his shower, rubbing his dripping hair and scrolling on his phone in search of a midnight snack.
Caitlyn narrowed her eyes at him. "Dry your hair. If you catch a cold, don't expect me to foot your medical bills."
Leon blinked, surprised. "Wait—you'd actually pay for my treatment?"
She shrugged. "Ekavine's medical system is... unique." She didn't explain further.
"You can swipe insurance—if you're family."
Better not explain too clearly, lest this man latch onto that and decide to play husband just to take a rain bath and go viral online.
She could already imagine the headlines: [Shocking! This couple defies public opinion—drenched in love beneath the storm!]
She really did worry about Leon's mental state sometimes.
And yes, even people like them could get sick. Genetic limits still applied. Germaine probably knew more about the specifics.
Leon, under her sharp gaze, finally gave in. He fetched the hairdryer, walked up to her, and handed it over with confidence.
Caitlyn raised a brow. "What's this?"
"I give you rides to work every day," Leon said righteously. "Haven't asked you for gas money, right? Drying my hair seems like a fair trade."
Caitlyn looked torn, hesitated for a moment, then snatched the dryer with a sigh. "Sit."
The Demons didn't attach any sacred meaning to a man's hair or whatever...
Fine. She'd do it.
Leon plopped onto the sofa, grinning like a fool. Caitlyn took a breath, kicked off her slippers, climbed onto the couch behind him on her knees, and flipped on the dryer.
She blushed slightly as she stared at his damp, tousled hair. The hum of the dryer helped drown out the awkwardness.
Her pale fingers reached out and gently combed through his hair as she began drying it...
Leon shivered a little, his cheeks flushing. It felt weirdly nice.
He could get used to this.
Still... why didn't she ever let him help with her hair? Her long locks were clearly a pain to dry alone.
Was it the intimacy? The gender difference? Or maybe he just liked her too much—because every time her soft hands brushed his scalp, his skin tingled in the most ridiculous way.
It felt... amazing. Something single guys would never understand.
Yup. He was definitely going to marry her. Legal. Adorable.
With her scent gently wafting over, Leon's brain went into dreamland mode.
'Maybe one day she'll call me honey... or hubby... or— Okay, maybe she'll murder me first, but still.'
Given that Demons lived an average of fifty years longer than humans—and with proper training, could retain youthful appearances—he might actually get mistaken for her uncle in a couple decades if he let himself go...
What a thought. 'Would she ever call me daddy...?'
Longevity wasn't a problem. With their level of power, living hundreds of years was pretty standard.
A few blissful decades first, and then... maybe he'd find a way to live forever, just to stick with her until the end of time.
As Caitlyn carefully dried his hair, she had no idea the man beneath her hands was already imagining their life together in five hundred years—and wondering whether she'd still want to cuddle or tell him to scram.
"All done," she said finally, setting the dryer aside and grabbing a glass of water.
Leon spun around immediately, pulled out his phone, opened a food delivery app, and plopped down next to her.
Casually leaning in—just close enough to catch a whiff of her scent—he murmured, "I'm hungry. Let's see what's good."
Caitlyn stiffened, straightened her back, and muttered under her breath, "You don't have to sit that close... it's not like I'm blind."
Leon ignored her. "Barbecue?"
"I'm craving some hot wings," Caitlyn said.
"Got it—ten spicy buffalo wings, ten smoked brisket sliders, ten pulled pork, ten bacon-wrapped poppers, ten grilled corn on the cob, and... how about some ribs?"
"Ribs? No way. And dial it back, Leon. Eating all that this late will make you a total couch potato."
"Chill. I don't gain weight," Leon smirked, tossing in ten cheesy potato wedges for good measure.
A few cans of iced cola—perfect.
While waiting for delivery, he popped open a bag of chips and began munching loudly.
Caitlyn tried not to look. The sound was torture. But she clenched her teeth and resisted the temptation.
Barbecue was coming. She could wait.
Her calorie count was already off the charts today—no way she could afford extra now.
"Not having any?" Leon suddenly held the bag out to her.
Caitlyn's eye twitched. Her tiny fist clenched.
That bastard. He knew exactly how to tempt her.
She loved all these—chips, barbecue, and cola.
As for her weight? Well—if she didn't step on the scale, it didn't exist. Genius logic.