Azael watched her without blinking. Even though he saw her every day, watching her co out of the bath was different. Her skin glistened slightly with moisture, and a fresh jasmine fragrance filled the room as she entered.
She noticed Azael’s dazed expression. The mont she noticed, her smile widened rather than feeling weird.
"Like what you see?" She asked teasingly.
Only then did he co out of his trance. "W-what? Like? What like?" He questioned like he didn’t know what she was talking about.
His expression was confused. More like he was acting like a confused child. Arista strode towards Azael and sat on his left side.
There were just a few inches of space between them.
"Look at you acting like an innocent kid. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you stare at . I know how n look at since I am just too beautiful." She then smiled mischievously. Which was a rare smile on her face. It reminded him of Liana.
She continued, "Well... I can understand why you look at like that. You’ve been spending most of your ti at the manor, and that too alone. Not having any friends... so obviously, you’re not very used to beautiful ladies."
Azael’s lips twitched. He was actually annoyed by her comnt, but he didn’t argue back. Instead, he decided to play along with her teasing.
"That’s actually true..." He looked directly into her athyst eyes. "You are just too beautiful, Arista." He said in genuine tone
He extended his right hand and gently touched the wet strands of her crimson hair, moving them behind her ear.
"You know... when I saw you at that banquet, in that crimson dress... you looked like the most beautiful woman there. Honestly... I almost forgot that you were my sister."
His voice was soft and tender. This ti he was telling her the truth. He was being honest.
He looked at her lovely face. Her long crimson hair. The wet strands that rested aganist her skin. Her crystal like athyst eyes. Those long red eyelashes. Her rosy plump lips.
His fingers slowly moved to her left cheek, gently caressing it, as if she were sothing extrely precious.
Azael was simply playing along with her teasing... but his actions felt far more intimate than he had intended.
He didn’t have any ulterior motive. No matter how beautiful she was, he couldn’t try to cross the line.
’Maybe...if she were my stepsister..then I might...’
But he stopped thinking because of Arista.
Since her cheeks had now taken on a shade of pink color.
Azael blinked a few tis. Even he was surprised at her reaction. She looked so beautiful. So cute right now.
A small honest smile ford on his face. "You are looking too cute right now.. "
Only then did she push his hand aside.
"Wh-what the hell were you doing? And what cute! I am your big sister! Don’t call cute." The pink shade on her tanned skin deepened. Her cheeks were more rosy now. Her eyes trembled slightly. In surprise, in rage...or maybe sothing else.
"And...what nonsense you were talking. I am your sister, don’t forget that!"
At her cute outburst.
Azael burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Oh Arista, I was just joking! You took that seriously. Look at your blushing face!"
He crossed his arms against his chest and said, "I am used to n looking at ...pff! But it seems you are not used to complints."
"Did I make your heart beat faster? Was that too much for you? I thought you might even be used to such complints."
Each sentence Azael spoke was like an arrow shooting at her heart painfully. Her both fists clenched tightly.
She forced a smile. But her eyes didn’t.
"Just wait till tomorrow’s training..." Those words that ca out of her mouth sent a chill down Azael’s body.
He flinched.
He decided to stop teasing her.
"Haha! Oh big sister~ I was just kidding. No need to get angry. Aren’t you my sweetest sister."
Azael put his hand on her thick muscular thighs, rubbing his palm on her thigh.
But he didn’t enjoy it. Rather he was trying to calm her down. "Calm down sis! Calm down."
She continued to glare at Azael for a while. Seeing his worried and nervous expression while trying to soothe her... soon her expression started to calm down.
Sigh.
"Okay...okay..I will forgive you this ti. Hmph!"
She forgave Azael but gave a cute pout at the end.
Azael couldn’t help but enjoy her reaction genuinely.
"That’s like my sweet sister. You are just too kind to ~ I am so lucky!"
She narrowed her eyes at the smiling Azael. "You...you really have a silver tongue...or should I say sweet tongue...you would be popular among ladies."
Azael shook his head and waved his hand dismissively. "Hah, no way. Beautiful won are used to such complints. They won’t get sedu– cough! I an they won’t be impressed by such words which they hear from ti to ti."
"Maybe you are right..but if the man is being honest...we could tell that much. So...sotis it works."
Azael watched her. He was being honest with her despite deciding to tease her.
"Well that aside...let’s put that topic aside..we were going to talk about sothing else."
"Oh yeah..I nearly forgot why I ca here because of your beaut–" he didn’t continue.
Since Arista showed him her clenched fist.
"Okay...let’s talk."
She nodded. "Now tell ...why do you want so much money? What are you planning to do with that."
"I want...that money...to help soone...who is in need."
He wanted to give her so perfect reason. But he just couldn’t think of one.
Should he use his illness? But again he was cured..even if he used so excuse related to it...she would just say...why don’t you directly ask mother then...and he couldn’t do that..should he just tell her that he needed to buy sothing really expensive or he wanted to invest them sowhere.
No matter what excuse he gave...she would go deeper into it, trying to confirm it. He decided to explain it further. But she cut him off. As her next words made him shocked and horrified.
"...you want them to help Isabel...or...want to win over Isabel by using them?"
His jaw dropped at her words.
’How? How does she co to that conclusion...’
He was at a loss for words. While Arista watched him with a calm stare.
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