Chapter 46 - Getting To Know A Bit Of The Old Devon

When Devon swung the butcher knife down, she was startled back to her senses when Lewis growled, "Lin Devon!" 

Devon turned to him and watched him stomped his feet towards her. He immediately snatched the butcher knife away as he gazed at her with the unfamiliar sharpness in his eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?!" He seethed as he gripped her wrist tightly.

All she could do for a moment was gulped and look into his eyes. 

"I, I," Her lower lip trembled as her mind short-circuited. How would she tell him she planned on severing her fingers to return the body to the original owner?

"Tell him you want to cook," The Spirit instructed unaffectedly. "Tell him you were a bit hungry, so you want to have some midnight snacks."

"What?" Lewis probed, barely containing himself.

"I'm… hungry," Devon whispered as she gazed down. "I want to cook."

His eyes immediately moved towards the kitchen counter that had ingredients on it. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he let her go, taking tottering steps back.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" He asked, as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

The sight he had seen just now sent a strong sense of dread down his spine. All he could remember was snatching the butcher knife away as his eyes darkened in anger.

"Because you don't want to bother him since he's already sleeping." The Spirit answered, casting Devon a knowing look as if she knew the latter would only worsen the situation without her help.

"I didn't want to bother you." Devon gazed down and pursed her lips in a thin line. "My apologies if that worried you."

"You won't," He uttered with conviction. "I'd rather you wake me up instead of you getting hurt."

Devon didn't answer anymore, feeling guilty for lying through her gritted teeth. 

"Sit down there. I'll make you some snacks." Lewis let out another sigh before he perked his chin towards the dining table. He watched her march towards the table, making him shook his head as he started prepping.

When Devon sat down, she raised her gaze across from her where the Spirit perched. 

"I'm sorry," Devon muttered, clutching her hand on her lap.

"Just don't do it again," Lewis answered while chopping onions, thinking those words were for him.

The Spirit tilted her head, sporting a baffled look. "Sorry for what?"

Devon pursed her lips as she couldn't speak loudly, knowing Lewis was present. She wanted to return the body but got delayed by Lewis's interference. It made her wonder if she was relieved or regretful.

"You," The Spirit said, pointing at Devon to catch her attention. When their eyes met, the Spirit clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"Does my body worth nothing to you?"

"Huh?" Devon's brows furrowed as a frown resurfaced on her lips.

"I'm asking, how can you not put up a fight for the ownership of this body?" The Spirit asked in genuine wonder in her voice. 

"I don't understand," Devon muttered under her breath as the food Lewis was cooking sizzled.

The Spirit let out a sigh as she clicked her tongue. The Princess, who was now inside her body, was truly an alarming fellow.

"Look at me," she said, and Devon stared at her. "Do I look like I want my body back?"

"…"

"No, that's not the question." The Spirit shook her head. "Do I look like a person who regrets the biggest decision in life?"

Devon could only stare at her in utter puzzlement. What was the real Devon saying? Biggest decision? Not wanting her body back? Then why was she here? 

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. Myriads of questions arose inside her mind, but couldn't decide which one to ask. 

"Let's get one thing straight, Lin Devon." The Spirit pointed at her, making Devon jolt slightly. "I don't want that body anymore."

Devon gulped down the saliva left in her. "What…"

"If you're asking why, it's because…" The Spirit leaned forward until Devon fought not to lean back. "… because my life is boring."

The Spirit then floated to her side and whispered, "It's so boring, I can't fucking stand it."

Devon's eyes slowly widened in disbelief as she gazed down with trembling shoulders. The Spirit's tone sounded scary, like a villainess who would kill anyone who stands in her way.

Devon flinched when the Spirit clapped and sat down on the chair next to her. She slowly faced her squarely.

"Anyway, if you're wondering why I am here, aside from some personal reason, your attitude alarms me." The Spirit draped an arm over the chair. "How can I leave when you're overly trusting to others? Really… I don't know if you're just bold or stupid. Maybe, both."

"Here." Lewis suddenly placed a bowl of porridge, as that was what he could think of to make. 

"Oh." Devon snapped to her senses, remembering she said all those lies. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." Lewis dragged the seat next to her, but didn't sit down when Devon yelled in panic.

"Don't!"

"Ah. This guy…" The Spirit who was sitting on that same chair clicked her tongue in annoyance. "… is he planning to sit on me? I'd kill him someday."

The spirit's remarks sent a shiver down Devon's spine, as she sensed it was not an empty remark. It was a statement, a promise, that would happen if the Spirit ever had the chance.

"What?" Lewis furrowed his brows.

"Hehe." Devon awkwardly chuckled as she assisted herself up. "You can take my seat."

He frowned. "No need. I'll go seat over there," He said and sat down on the seat across from her.

Devon unknowingly wiped the cold sweat that broke out from her forehead. Her brief talk with the real Devon and getting to know a bit of her was something... overwhelming.

"Are you okay?" Lewis asked, as he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "You look a little pale."

"Ye — yes," Devon stammered as she sported an awkward smile. "It's just hunger."

"Geez… male leads are really annoying.." The Spirit clicked her tongue as she couldn't talk to the Princess because of him.