Devon gasped. Her eyes went wide upon hearing his blasphemous remark. Seeing her color growing pale, Lewis let out a brief chuckle.
"I'm kidding. If a lift can deliver people to hell, I had thrown many people in it." He withdrew his eyes away and gazed at the numbers above the door.
"A blasphemous remark is not something to be jest about!" She frowned, displeased at his careless joke.
Lewis ached a brow and snuck a glance at her. Even when she was irked, she kept herself close.
"I know you're not perfectly fine. You lost your memories and the way you speak makes me think you're a different person."
Devon immediately held her breath. Slowly, she looked up at him with her eyes wide open.
"But I don't believe in such things. Or else, I'd ask someone to exorcist you." He added upon seeing her reaction.
Lewis was a sharp person. His instincts had saved their family business and one of the cause of his success.
