Chapter 16：Voodoo

Soon Devon and Lewis reached her place. It was a high-end apartment situated in a premium location.

Upon entering her flat, Devon stood rooted by the door. Her eyes roamed around the spacious living area, with classy, minimalist interior. Top-of-the-line appliances and housewares. A floor to length window covered by a curtain, and complete set of furnitures.

In her eyes, this room was rather pretty despite its minimal effort to make it grand. It was a literal simple yet elegant. It also looked cozy.

"Although I didn't want you to come back here knowing what happened, they said it's better for you to stay here. So, it can help you recover your memories." Lewis explained as he took off his shoes.

Devon furrowed her brows as he set his leather shoes aside. And then picked up an indoor slipper.

When Lewis was slipping his feet inside the house slippers, he halted and turned to her.

"Remove your shoes and change into this one." He said, reaching for the other pair.

Still bewildered by this strange custom, Devon bit her lower lip.

"Do you want me to do it?" Lewis arched his brow.

"N — no, my friend." She stammered, shaking her head. Lewis just nodded and watched her take off her shoes and then changed into house slippers.

As they entered, Lewis reached for the switch. He turned on the lights that were on the wall. Slowly, he took off his blazer suit and tossed it on the couch nearby.

As he was busy doing what he usually did, Devon carefully distanced herself. She held her hands closer to her chest, raising her brows.

"Ah, right? That is your room, and that one is our room where we sleep." Without succumbing to awkwardness, Lewis snapped his finger and pointed at the door next to each other.

"Come with me. I'll tour you around."

Without waiting for her, he beckoned. Devon kept quiet as he toured her around the apartment.

Everything was modern in her eyes. Although it was smaller than a castle, but it was fascinating for her.

There were no ramparts, turrets, towers, look-outs, or just walls just like back home. There was no great hall, throne room, chamber rooms and quarters, and the long list inside the castle.

This place was small, yet everything one needed seemed to be available in just a few steps. Bathrooms and lavatories; kitchen counter and dining in one place, living area, and bedrooms.

"So this room…" Lewis stopped his house tour upon hearing her giggle.

Slowly, he turned to head, tilting his head in puzzlement. "Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing." Devon shook her head lightly as she covered her lips with her fist. "I just find it fascinating."

Fascinating that she had truly lived in someone else's body. Amusing that she could live differently — completely different from what she used to be.

Away from the talking cold walls of the palace. Away from the stench scent of death. Away from the life she had hated.

"Well…" A little confused what's fascinating for her, Lewis placed his hand on his nape. "I should be the one fascinated about everything."

He added in a murmur. This place was his personal pick. When Devon and Lewis signed the contract, she moved into this place with little appreciation.

Lewis would never sleep in such a cramp place just like her previous apartment. Not that he was being picky. But his sleep was precious. He might as well spend it on a comfortable bed and cozy environment.

Also, a bathroom large enough for him to move around. Devon agreed to this without even batting an eye. All she requested was a room for herself whenever he's not around.

"So this room was my room?" Devon snapped him back to reality as she pointed at the door before them.

"Yes. It's your room. You sleep here or just spend your entire day inside." He nodded as he opened the door for her.

To her surprise, unlike the living area and other parts of the apartment, Devon's room was rather… mediocre. Just a bed, a desk with a laptop on top of it, a small refrigerator, a bookshelf, and a large poster of Lewis hanging on the wall.

It was dark because of the lack of light. But even when Lewis turned on the switch, the strong, gloomy atmosphere wafted to her nose.

"I asked it to be cleaned. It's all a mess with all that trash and… blood." Lewis cleared his throat as his eyes landed on where he had discovered her lying back then.

There, near the bed, he arrived with Devon lying on the floor with blood beneath her head. Just the memory of it flashing before his eyes still brought the panic he felt that second.

"I also confiscated all your precious coffee and instant noodles. The doctor said you need to eat nutritious food since your lifestyle is the worst."

He added, not dwelling on that memory. It's fine now, after all. She's fine now and better than before; although she's still strange.

Devon remained silent as she stared at the room. Just looking at it, she couldn't bring herself to enter. It was as if her feet were nailed to the floor.

'This feeling… it feels as though when I was locked in that tower.' She whispered internally, biting her inner lip.

Although the room was a bit more modern in her eyes, the hollow and the depressing air it exuded clenched her heart. Being locked away from the society was also the same as her freedom being taken away from her. Meanwhile, the real Devon was the freest, locking herself in a dark room.

As she looked around, Devon furrowed her brows.

"Why are you smiling over there, my friend?" Devon inquired, pointing at the huge poster of him hanging on the wall.

"Ahh…" Lewis nodded, realizing his poster was still there. He didn't notice it before, because Devon was literally dying in front of him.

But now that he was looking at it, he could not help but scratch his temple.

"You once wanted to practice voodoo, so... you asked for my picture and hair."

"…"