Mikel sighed and lifted his hands to cover her hands that caressed his cheeks and cupped his face.
"No matter what happens, don't ever trust that woman." He muttered, his eyes seriously staring into hers, desperation swirling in the depth of his gaze.
Was he talking about the Queen? Sylvia remained silent for a while and then slowly softly replied. "Alright. I will do as you say. I won't be so careless next time."
Though she was feeling triumphant inside for handling Priscella today evening on her own and not falling for her tricks, she couldn't care less about it after seeing the pained expression on the devil's face.
This kind of sadness did not suit him. "I will be more careful next time." She repeated her words, standing up on the tip of her toes to reach his forehead, placing a gentle kiss.
Mikel flinched. For some reason, he didn't meet her eyes and turned his head. "It's okay. There won't be a next time."
