Chapter 39

• Watching Isabelle fuse over him was extremely funny to Lucifer, he couldn’t remember the last time anyone fused over him like this. Not like he prepared himself to get shot but things did happen, and they were defintely beyond his control. He just wanted to admire that painting, his love for art definitely landed him with a bullet in him and a few injury. He would be back on the field in a day or two, he was that strong and he was in connection with his inner self.
• “Why would you drop your gun to admire a painting, that sounds absurd?” Isabelle argued and Lucifer chuckled. He had no idea why he was supposed to tell he that the panting looked too familiar and the painting reminded him of his own childhood, a dark topic he didn’t want to visit anymore. Instead of saying all of that, he jst alughed while she crossed her hands over her chest fuming in anger. His friends would spend the following week trolling him for doing this with isabelle but it was fun. The more he supplied excuses to her questions, the more she provided more points. For him, i was simply entertaining.
• “Why are you smiling? I’m not evenm joking. Did you realize how scared i got? I thought you have been kidnapped or something.” She grumbled making Lucifer laugh more,why would she think that he got kidnapped. Even if someone came tot ell her that he had bee kidnapped, was she supposed to believe it?