Don't cross it

Devon gasped. Her eyes went wide upon hearing his blasphemous remark. Seeing her color growing pale, Lewis let out a brief chuckle.

"I'm kidding. If a lift can deliver people to hell, I had thrown many people in it." He withdrew his eyes away and gazed at the numbers above the door.

"A blasphemous remark is not something to be jest about!" She frowned, displeased at his careless joke.

Lewis ached a brow and snuck a glance at her. Even when she was irked, she kept herself close.

"I know you're not perfectly fine. You lost your memories and the way you speak makes me think you're a different person."

Devon immediately held her breath. Slowly, she looked up at him with her eyes wide open.

"But I don't believe in such things. Or else, I'd ask someone to exorcist you." He added upon seeing her reaction.

Lewis was a sharp person. His instincts had saved their family business and one of the cause of his success.

However, even when he had this absurd idea of Devon being possessed, he just couldn't bring himself to believe it. Even after seeing how flustered she got when he mentioned it, his reasons got in his way.

Devon might've received the doctor's approval to get discharged. However, the second they walked out of the hospital room until now, Devon was just strange.

They had been in this setup for months. He didn't know how a person with amnesia acted after losing their memory.

If he based it on Devon's character before this incident, he could imagine her saying nothing, like a lifeless doll. That's just more believable because the Devon he knew was just like that.

A cunning and dangerously smart woman.

Was it truly possible to hit your head and act completely opposite after? Was it normal for her to act this way? To speak this way? To be as ignorant as this?

Lewis didn't know.

Unbeknownst to him, while he was dwelling on his thoughts, Devon was staring at him. He kept his silent, his mind drifting elsewhere.

'Exorcist me?' She wondered anxiously.

In her eyes, Lewis seemed like a scholar. He looked charming and smart; like a wise crown prince.

His demeanor reminded her of her brother, the crown prince. Upon the thought of him, Devon clenched her teeth tightly.

With that, the two of them neither speak. Silence dawned on them as their thoughts dug deeper into their thoughts.

*DING!*

The sound of the elevator before it opened snapped them back to the current lapse.

Lewis blinked as he glanced at her. At the same time, Devon looked up at him.

"Let's go." He said, and she followed without a word.

Still, Devon clung to his sleeve. They walked through the hospital's hall to the lobby.

Outside, a black Bentley awaits them. Devon furrowed her brows as she followed Lewis to approach the car. A man standing in front of the back passenger seat door.

In her eyes bore bewilderment. She had never seen such a thing before.

The man in a black tux bowed as he opened the door for them. Out of habit, Lewis was about to enter, but stopped.

Slowly, he turned his head to her. Puzzlement plastered across her face, studying the car curiously.

"This…" Lewis sighed as he drew back and faced her. He scratched his temple; a habit he does whenever something gets on his nerves.

"This is our uhh… modern carriage." Even though she hadn't asked yet, Lewis gave her an answer.

He tapped the hood of the car lightly. He couldn't believe he had taken a week's break for the first time in his career just to explain this world.

"A carriage?" She repeated. "That's your… means of transportation?"

"Yes." He nodded helplessly. Lewis then glanced at his driver, cocking his head as a gesture for him to leave.

Taking Lewis' orders, his driver bowed and wordlessly walked back to the driver's seat.

"I promised you, didn't I?" Lewis leaned in the car, resting his arms over the opened door.

"I rarely go back on my word. No one will hurt you as long as you're with me. If something happened to you, I won't be sleeping for the rest of my life. That's the same as slowly dying."

In a matter-of-fact tone, Lewis explained. It was true.

He wouldn't stay patient for a long time if she was not important to him. Even so, he couldn't stop every ten steps just because he had to explain and reassure her repeatedly.

"I — I know that." Devon pursed her lips in a thin line as she looked away.

"Trust me, Miss Lin. As much as you hate it, my life is bound with yours. So, I will protect you and keep you out of harm…" Lewis trailed off as his eyes suddenly sharpened.

"… even if that harm is you, yourself."

Devon furrowed her brows. Immediately, she faced Lewis. His expression grew solemn. One couldn't tell if it was a warning or a reassurance.

But Devon nodded. Pleased that she listened, Lewis beckoned her to get in.

Although a bit reluctant, Devon trudged towards him. She paused in her steps and looked at him.

Lewis raised his brows, seeing her lips parted. But no words came out, and she hitched inside.

'Did I go too far?' He wondered, but didn't dwell in it.

After closing the door, Lewis jogged around and entered from the other. His eyes immediately landed on her tamed expression as he closed the door.

But he ignored it as he found his comfort inside the car. Lewis then gave the driver their destination.

"Miss Lin's apartment. Drive slowly."

As soon as he gave the location, the car started. Devon flinched, holding on to where she could.

She didn't make a noise, pressing her lips into a thin line. Just like what he said, the car was like a carriage… but a lot faster.

No matter how curious she was, Devon zipped her mouth. She looked through the window, holding her breath, seeing how everything flash before her eyes.

Unknowingly, Lewis was staring at her. Seeing how she held back her questions and marveled at what it looked normal to him, a subtle smile appeared on his face.

"I said drive slowly." Lewis repeated, casting a sharp look through the rear mirror.

The driver who caught those eyes gulped down. They were already slow.

On normal days, Lewis would see this as a waste of time. Still, since it was the boss's order, he decreased their speed even more. Lagging the cars behind them.

Devon gasped in fascination. Now, things were not just flashing before her eyes. She could now see the marvelous city that she never thought she'd ever see.

Skyscrapers, buildings in different shapes, a variety of cars with different colors, people walking under this perfect weather. Everything was new to her eyes.

It was as though she was entirely in a different world. She was, though.

"My lord!" Out of giddiness, Devon called out enthusiastically and turned around.

"What —" As soon as she did, she paused.

Lewis was staring at her. His arms crossed. He didn't have any emotion on his face, but his gaze was intense.

"This line," He said, drawing an imaginary line between them. "I won't cross it."

Devon raised her brows. His gaze fixed on her. But his words… they sounded as if they were not for her.

But for him.

A man with zero patience. A man who disliked misunderstanding, drawing the line as a reminder to himself. That a line existed which both him and Devon drawn before this.