For the past few days, Satan had been busy because of Pierre, and he was tired. Just when he was prepared to go to bed, his subordinate came and reported the arrival of Jude.
"Send her into my room," he instructed. After taking a deep breath, Jude pushed the door open and went in. "Satan," she called, her voice incredibly gentle.
This was a voice that he hadn't heard for what felt like centuries, and her voice reached his ears when he least expected it. Just when he was about to pass a sarcastic remark, he realized that he hadn't heard her addressing him like this for so long.
"What are you doing back here?" He snorted. "I miss you."
Those three words were yet another critical hit for him. She had never been this way before, and he even began to doubt if the woman before his eyes was really Jude as she slowly paced over to him.
