I Became My Son's First Love

Chapter 46

"It seems I am uncomfortable, so it is okay for you to move around freely now, Eve."

"What?"

Eve stared at him, puzzled, not anticipating the suggestion.

Despite Eve's dubious stare, Azazel pulled her aside casually.

"Even if you change your mind, please wait for now. My lips hurt so much."

At the end, he teased Eve.

Eve refrained from scolding him, happy that her lips were ripped rather than her tongue, and turned away.

Looking back, she noticed his tall form walking in the opposite direction.

Eve felt more at ease inspecting the artwork when she was left alone.

The paintings mesmerized her, but Ashers's collection was also incredibly distinctive and enjoyable.

Eve sighed and raised her head as she noticed approaching footsteps while appreciating a unique jewelry design.

However, the owner of the footsteps was not who she had expected.

A servant from the duke's household bowed before Eve.

"Dinner is ready. May I guide you?"

Eve had underestimated how much time had passed.

"But where is the young master..."

Eve pointed in the direction Azazel had gone when they separated.

"He went that way earlier."

"Thank you."

The servant bowed again to Eve, hoping to elicit her understanding, and then left to fetch Azazel.

Following the servant, Eve noticed Azazel's back as he closely watched something.

She couldn't see what he was gazing at because of his broad shoulders, but he appeared to be entirely focused on the artwork.

As the servant approached Azazel, Eve instantly remembered his swollen lips, which had been ripped by her bite.

She pondered if it was appropriate for the servant to see that.

However, before Eve could intercede, the servant shouted out.

"Young Master?"

Fortunately, Azazel did not turn to face the servant.

Eve shifted sideways slightly to gain a better perspective.

As she did so, the item Azazel was looking at came into focus.

It was a simple, pristine white dagger.

It was too obvious to be stared at for such an extended period.

The servant's voice interrupted her concentration on the dagger.

"Young master, dinner is ready."

Eve hesitated to go, concerned that the servant might notice Azazel's condition.

Azazel appeared to share her fear and said something entirely unexpected.

"Who brought this item here?"

Eve recalled Azazel's regular tone, which was cold and disinterested, unlike when he whispered to her.

His cold and arid speaking made even his nice voice seem squandered.