The Demon’s Angelic Love - Chapter 150

“Stop talking nonsense and just take me home,” instead of answering Azren’s question, the idol displayed a tired expression as he changed the subject.

The hint of rosy color on the idol was still visible, and even if the boy didn’t answer his question earlier, Azren could guess what was on the idol’s mind.

‘So, I indeed have a meaning in Michy’s life,’ he thought while smiling.

He knew that he indeed had a meaning in the idol’s life. Living with the idol for more than two months, he felt happy because he successfully wrote his meaning in Michy’s life. He didn’t know what kind of meaning he was in the idol’s life, but if he could judge from the idol’s expression earlier, he was sure that his meaning in the idol’s life was good.

‘But, what’s the difference between me and Gareen in Michy’s eyes?’ He then wondered again.

“Gareen asked you to practice nonstop, but you don’t seem to be angry about it, Michy,” he then changed the subject as he glanced at Michy.

“Why should I get angry because of it?” The silver-haired boy asked the taller man. “He knew that I wanted to perform well in front of my fans tomorrow, and he only wanted to help me just what he used to do in the past.”

Michy suddenly spoke at length, and Azren remained quiet even after they had stopped walking when they arrived at the van.

“I lived in the orphanage before I was adopted by my adoptive parents, and my peers often bullied me for many reasons. It’s because of Gareen that I finally gained some confidence.”

The idol uttered the last statement before he got into the passenger seat, and Azren froze near the car.

He remembered when Felice told him about Michy’s insecurity before he met Gareen, and now Azren knew the reason behind the unexpected attitude.

Sighing before lifting his hand to open the car door, some strange images suddenly flashed in his mind.

[“He’s a lonely boy, and I just wanted to be his friend!”

[“No! You can’t be his friend because he’s not the same as us! Don’t you understand that you’re disobeying the order?”]

In his memory, he was arguing with someone, but he didn’t know who the person was. ‘I want to be friends with whom? And why didn’t the person in my memory let me be friends with someone?’ He wondered, and all of a sudden, he could feel his chest tighten for an unknown reason.

“Hey, Azren! You know that I’m tired, but you still dare to waste my precious time?”

Azren’s reverie was broken by the angry voice belonging to Michy, and he immediately got into the car as he tried to erase the strange memory in his head. ‘Maybe I’m tired too, and I even started seeing things in my mind,’ he concluded.

Michy became grumpy because he was exhausted, and Azren chose to immediately start the car engine before began driving the car.

Michy was quiet, and Azren didn’t want to break the silence as he knew that the idol was tired. He used the time to reflect, and he just realized that he had been spending quite a long time with Michy.

Ah, he had been staying with Michy for more than two months, and perhaps he only had thirty days to complete his mission in the human world. He hadn’t asked Orgonel about the latest status of Michy’s evil meter, and he didn’t know whether it was already close with the target or not.

He could only wait until Orgonel was willing to see him again, and he would ask the senior demon about that. But, before he could meet Orgonel, he had to meet Gizach first.

Yes, Gizach agreed to meet him in his room, but he had to finish the task from Felice first before he could go to his room and meet the red-haired demon.

Felice ordered him to send Michy home, and she also asked him to prepare dinner for the idol.

That was why Azren immediately questioned the idol after arriving at the penthouse, “What do you want to eat for dinner, Michy?”

The idol rubbed one of his eyes with his right hand as he answered, “Just make chocolate milk for me. I don’t want to eat anything.”

He looked like a kid, and before Azren could reply to him, he had already thrown his body onto the couch, carelessly lying on the couch while closing his eyes.

The sight was so adorable in Azren’s eyes, and he couldn’t even suppress the smile on his face. He walked ahead to get close to the idol and used his hand to caress the top of Michy’s head.

“I know that it’s already passed dinner time, but you still need to eat, Michy,” the demon tried to coax Michy softly.

Michy hadn’t eaten dinner, and he only ate so little during lunch today. If the idol didn’t want to eat properly, then it might affect the idol’s health.

Hearing how Azren forcing him, Michy opened his blue eyes and glared at the green ones. “I can make the milk myself if you don’t want to work for me.”

Again, Michy misunderstood his good intention once again. The idol sounded so cold, and Azren probably would think that way if he didn’t know Michy quite well. But he wasn’t the clueless Azren anymore, and he had known Michy’s character quite well.

Michy refused him coldly, but he knew that the idol just didn’t want to bother him. It was already past midnight, and Michy knew that both of them were tired now. That was why the idol just wanted to drink milk tonight.

Azren could understand the idol’s intention, and he straightened his body again while smiling so handsomely at the idol. “I will prepare the milk for you, and I will cook delicious food for breakfast tomorrow. I won’t let you starve, Michy.”

The blonde was treating him sweetly, and Michy blushed a little. Even just small talks like that would touch his heart greatly. Michy had fallen so deep to the stupid blonde.

Only giving a ‘hm’ as an answer, Michy then shut his eyes again as he didn’t want to stare at the twin emeralds any longer. If Azren stared at his azure eyes longer, the blonde probably would be able to read his heart.

But, would Azren really be able to do that? Azren was not stupid, but he was quite foolish when it came to feelings. He couldn’t even interpret the feelings in his heart.

Michy just gave him a ‘hm,’ but that was enough to order Azren to go to the kitchen immediately.

It wasn’t the first time for Azren to prepare milk for the young idol. He had been living together with the young idol for more than two months, and he knew the idol’s habit quite well, including the habit to drink chocolate milk before going to sleep.

Sometimes Azren was too bold as he dared to seek for his death by offering other flavors to the idol, but the idol would always scold him and say that he only liked chocolate milk. Michy didn’t want to drink milk if it wasn’t chocolate flavor.

That was why Azren ordered Elias to buy lots of stocks of chocolate milk powder for the idol’s supply.

‘Ah, right. Where is Elias? I didn’t see him since earlier. Is he sleeping in his room?’

Even though he had confirmed that Michy and Elias didn’t have any romantic relationship, Azren was still suspicious of the golden-eyed man. The man suddenly appeared in Michy’s life again, but then he dared to request a day off and disappeared from his sight the whole day today.

‘I’ve been thinking too much. How could he disappear? Maybe he just went back to his mafia gank,’ he told himself as he finished preparing milk for Michy.

Deep inside his heart, he still believed that Elias was indeed a part of a dangerous gank out there. The man probably had bad intentions for Michy, so he had to remain vigilant.

Shaking his head to brush off his weird thought, he then brought the glass of chocolate milk to the living room where the idol was waiting for him. Upon arriving at the room, he found Michy was still in the same position as earlier, but now the idol folded his two hands to cover his eyes.

Azren smiled tenderly at the sight, but he then noticed something strange in the idol’s body. Michy was having his folded hands to cover his eyes, and that caused his shirt to be lifted a little, revealing some skins in the waist area. In that area, Azren could see something strange.

‘Is that a tattoo on Michy’s waist?’ The demon wondered as he brought his eyes even closer to the tattoo.. His eyes then widened when he could see the tattoo more. ‘Is that a primrose tattoo?’