Trish stood by the window, watching the quietness outside. Snow was falling slowly and covered the trees.
Odette, who came out of the room and saw the man still not sleeping, approached him.
Trish immediately turned his head when he noticed someone’s presence.
“Trish, you haven’t slept?”
“I’m not sleepy.”
“Your back must be sore from sleeping on the hard couch. I’ll get you another pillow.” Since there was only one room in the house, Trish had to sleep on the couch in the living room.
Odette really hated letting Trish sleep like that in his current condition, but what could she do? If Lucifer didn’t hate Trish to the point of wanting his death, she would tell Trish to sleep in the bedroom with Lucifer while she slept on the couch. However, she believed that Trish wouldn’t let her do something like that.
Trish smiled gently. “Thank you, but that’s not necessary, Your Majesty. This kind of wound is normal for me.”
