It must have been true when they said that the devil was first an angel before he became sin.
The man in front of her was dressed in a white T-shirt that hugged his body and white trouser pants; his hair was messy with no gel keeping it in place like he would usually do when attending some council meetings.
Belle blinked twice when he shifted his eyes to her.
"Make a painting. It would last longer than your small bunny memory." He cocked his head to one side.
"What do you mean?" She furrowed her brows defensively.
"I literally meant how I said it. Now take a seat." His eyes focused on her, watching her do what she had been told. "I don't need to remind you that you are late."
Belle bowed. "I do apologize for my lateness. It would not happen again."
Kione uncrossed his legs and closed the parchment before placing it on the table.
