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  Chapter 141

“Is there anything you need before sleeping?”

“No, my Lord. However, if I may inquire, are you planning to sleep in that attire?”

Liv’s face was adorned with questions. Demus’ attire must have looked so uncomfortable for someone who was going to sleep.

Demus glanced down at his clothes. Indeed, his current attire was slightly distinct from what he wore when sleeping alone. His shirt was fastened up to the neck, and his cotton pants were clearly intended for loungewear, yet some parts felt a bit constricting for use as pajamas.

“Is there a problem?”

“You don’t have to force yourself if you’re reluctant to sleep in one bed, my Lord.”

“I never have to force myself to do anything.”

He was well aware of his capabilities. Therefore, he handled everything to be within his grasp, no matter what he did.

This woman in front of him was the proof. This woman, who walked in here on her own accord, had consistently stayed within the bounds of his predictions.

Liv closed her mouth at Demus’ words. She cast a glance down at her pajamas, loose and baggy compared to Demus’, and discreetly averted her gaze from him.

“You look uncomfortable.”

She sounded like she was whining, making him wonder if something was wrong with the way he heard it.

“I heard that dressing light is… good for sleeping.”

“Teacher.”

Liv, who had been fidgeting, snapped up her head. Demus stared hard at her, then spoke in a nonchalant tone.

“Do you want to undress me?”

Wouldn’t she shake her head with a flushed face, or perhaps appear startled while gesturing “no” with her hands?

Liv appeared perfectly composed, almost as if she were laughing at Demus for thinking that way. She even let out a small gasp as if she had realized something. Blinking her eyes, she fiddled with the quilt and then slowly moved her lips.

“Isn’t it okay to be comfortable in front of me?”

After saying that, Liv hesitated as if reading into his response. But soon she acted indifferent, tuning her voice, and added.

“I’m the only one who has been in your bed, my Lord.”

Suddenly, he recollected the moment when she had undressed, awkwardly trying to seduce him. The current atmosphere seemed reminiscent of that time.

Liv was likely entirely oblivious to the implications behind him bringing her to Lanxess Manor, revealing the basement, and even allowing her to spend the night. She probably didn’t realize that these actions served as undeniable evidence of the significant amount of attention he had bestowed upon her.

She must have been asking for more attention because she didn’t know about it.

Demus knew that if he showed any sign of reluctance, she would immediately take back her words. If he had been in a bad mood at this moment, he would have laughed at Liv without a second thought, but for better or worse, at this moment, his curiosity triumphed over his irritation.

“If so, will you be my attendant, Teacher?”

She was the woman who called the scar between his fingers a medal of victory.