Chapter 18

I am dusting the showcases of the living room of the mansion, absently thinking about Lucifer What he will be doing, did he realize my absence, did he even care, I don't think so who am I to him so he will care for me after all I am a selfish, self-centered bitch The cloth which whom I am cleaning the glass table suddenly falls from my hands and I kneeled on my knees tiredly and closed my eyes tightly, a tear fall from my eyes I am missing you soo badly Lucifer, so so much, I am missing you I feel someone place a hand over my shoulder gently, I looked up its a man in his late fifties, he is wearing an expensive suit and had the same Iris eyes as mine, his nose is also the same as mine, we have some resemblance in our faces How can be this possible "What happened dear why are you crying," he asked me softly, something is there in his voice which feels so fatherly affection for me If I know who is my father, he will also be like him I frowned at myself why I am thinking this now