His sexy demeanor

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"I'm not jealous. I'm annoyed because the king is again with a human and with the same human I disliked," said Angela in rage, reaching for the bag that Bella had left on the bench. Xavier knew what was going to happen, so his hand dashed faster than Angela's as he grabbed the bag on the bench.

"Why do you want to vent your anger on poor staff, Angela? You are a petty demon," Xavier muttered. A smile appeared on his lips which was mischievous.

"Give it to me. I want to burn them," said Angela impatiently. She detested this human girl. Whenever she met this girl, her breath became fierce. She wondered why Alexander chose that weak girl and the way he was taking care of her was surprising, which she had not seen before.

Alexander had a lot of girls with him, and they disappeared as if they had never existed before. Alexander hardly cared for those women. And Bella, she didn't even as rich as them, just had a pretty face. Satan should not have demoted himself to that level.

"Hah!" a chuckle left. "You are acting like a jealous human girl whose boyfriend has turned away from her, but you have neglected your situation, which could lead to your life, Angela. Alexander paid no attention to you because of me. You cannot hide from him, he may take up the matter later," Xavier continued, looking at his hand, which was holding Bella's staff. Some thoughts ran past his mind.

"I know he knew I am here, but I don't believe he would do anything to me because of Isabella," Angela answered with a smile. She never tried to impede Satan's prey, but she was sure Satan would not care if she interfered.

*Sigh!

"What confidence! Still, if you ask for my suggestion, then I'd say you stop trying to harm Bella," Xavier said, with clear caution. He knew Satan.

"Why do you care? I know my master well. I think you have other intentions. Maybe you are thinking of using that human girl," said Angela, looking at Lucifer, trying to understand him and his plan. In case he had, she wanted to know beforehand to warn her master.

"Yes, I want her," said Xavier, mocking the demon with a slight laugh. He turned around without giving Angela any more time to talk nonsense, leaving the park but not forgetting to take the bag with him.

She knew nothing about her master, even though she was a demon created by Alexander. He had measured Alexander, leaving not a single trace of expression. If he had words to explain what Alexander looked like. This can be called jealousy.

As Xavier left, Angela balled her fists, gaping at the retreating figure in anger. She needed to do two things right now. First, She wanted to teach a salutary lesson to the human girl, and second, tore apart Xavier's plan.

"Isabella, you don't know what kind of tragedy is going to befall you," whispered Angela, pushing a hair lock behind her ear. But the question in her mind was why she cared about Bella so much. Wasn't it when there was a girl next to Satan and it would end with a sacrifice? So, Isabella's life was already written. But why couldn't she accept it?

★★★

Upon reaching home, Isabella remained silent, except to follow him, who did not explain what had happened. Why was he angry? She apparently told him about her going to the store and she did.

"Shit!" Recalling something, Isabella cursed loudly. Alexander stopped walking. They were in the hall, and her curse just echoed.

"What?" Alexander turned his head toward her.

"I forgot to bring my bag, which I had left in the park. I need to go back," Isabella said with tight shut eyes in irritation.

"No need. Tell me those things, I will buy them from the store," replied Alexander with a huff and had no intention of letting her go to the store again.

"But.. B.." Isabella was hesitant to name those things, but on the other hand, it made Alexander impatient because he didn't like the way she was suppressing her words, especially when he liked obedient women.

Leaving an enormous sigh, he walked towards her.

Isabella held her breath as the man stood tall in front of her, whose eyes were cold but not callous enough to make Bella uncomfortable. She understood a thing, if Alexander had asked you a question or told you to do something, your answer should be quick or the man will show you his pissed mood with a chilled tone that was enough to shake your bones.

Alexander took a few seconds before holding her cheek with his palm, under her chin. Lifting her head, he looked through her eyes that pierced her soul. She got nervous, and a sensation made her throat dry.

"What is the thing, Bella?" Alexander asked, caressing her cheek with his thumb that brushed her lips several times, shuddering her confidence. Her body was like a machine just turned on as it heard his voice.

"Pads, shower gel, and chocolate," Isabella answered timidly and couldn't hold herself from blushing. This thing she called privacy. Now it's not anymore.

"OK! now go to your room and come downstairs for dinner. But I will not be at home due to some work. Sadly, you'll have to spend your night without me, but don't worry, I'll make it up later," mumbled Alexander with a smile and causing her to mortify more. She couldn't feel her body as it melted because of the tortured eyes.

Alexander left her chin and held her palm. It was soft and tiny compared to his. He brought it near his lips and placed a kiss on it while maintaining his gaze on her. His sexy demeanor could kill an innocent heart like hers.

For Alexander, Isabella was compelling, with the harmless deer's eyes that tempted the hunter more to chase them.