Olivia, noticing how uncomfortable Little Arthur was making Azriel, quickly stepped in. "Arthur, finish your food quickly. I have something cool to show you, okay?" she said, and thankfully it worked. Arthur nodded with a smile. "Sure, Aunt."
Azriel let out a sigh of relief deep inside when the kid finally stopped with his awkward questioning. If his own kid turned out to be as nosy as Arthur, he might have to consider training him near the gates of Hell. The last thing he wanted was for his son to be a nosy little troublemaker.
Speaking of a son, Azriel's gaze shifted to Olivia, his sweet woman, who was engrossed in conversation with Arthur.
A small smile played on his lips as he recalled how she had just saved him from her mischievous nephew.
She looked absolutely stunning in her silver dress, with her fiery red hair styled elegantly and adorned with various pins. A few strands of hair framed her beautiful face, adding to her allure.
