Love Across the Light Years -The Devil CEO Indulges My Lies.-Chapter 72: Valued her life more than she showed.

Adelyn paused for a moment, not quite understanding what he meant.

But she felt it ... something deeper beneath his words.

Before she could ask anything, he gestured past her and said, "Aren’t you going to invite me inside, Ms. Grace?"

Adelyn blinked, snapping out of her thoughts.

Only then did she realize that she had kept him standing at the door the entire time.

It was embarrassing —but she quickly soothed herself. Inviting him had never been part of her plan. He had inserted himself into it, and she couldn’t refuse him now.

"Mr. Warren, please come in", she said, stepping aside to let him enter.

As he walked past her, Adelyn found herself watching him from behind.

His back was perfectly built, his shoulders strong and broad —he looked like someone who spent time in the gym, shaping himself to such perfection.

But that wasn’t the only reason she was observing him so closely.

It was the way he moved inside her home.

As if he had been there before.

As if he belonged there ... just like her.

He placed his jacket neatly over the sofa before walking further in, casually rolling up his sleeves along the way.

Adelyn stood there, watching him, trying to make sense of it all.

How was he so effortlessly at ease around her ...

when she felt like nothing but a mess in front of him?

Didn’t he feel wary of her the way she felt wary of him?

A soft hand slipped into hers, pulling her out of the thoughts.

"Aunt Ade-lyn, can Eira help you?"

"Yo—"

Adelyn was about to refuse when, at that exact moment, Dylan’s voice came from ahead.

"Do you want me to prepare the dinner?"

Adelyn froze.

Were they serious?

Letting these two work in her humble kitchen —she couldn’t even bear the thought of it. She valued her life more than she showed.

"Mr. Warren, there’s no need for you to take such trouble." Holding Eira’s hand, she walked back inside the house. "Dinner is already prepared. I just need to reheat it, and then we can eat."

She glanced at Eira and urged gently, "Can you help me by keeping your father company?"

Eira thought for a moment. She would much rather follow her mama everywhere —but since it was her asking, she couldn’t refuse.

Nodding, she let go of Adelyn’s hand and walked over to her father.

Adelyn let out a quiet sigh of relief before adding with a smile, "Please wait in the living room. I’ll be done soon." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

With that, she quickly headed to the kitchen.

After she left, Dylan sat down on the sofa, and Eira settled beside him.

They didn’t speak at first. They simply sat there, their gazes drifting toward the kitchen, where Adelyn moved about —reheating dishes and arranging utensils on the nearby table.

"Did you enjoy your time here?" Dylan asked after a moment.

Eira didn’t turn to look at him. Her eyes remained fixed on the kitchen.

"Eira loves staying with Mama," she said softly, "but Dada came to take her back."

A faint smile tugged at Dylan’s lips at the complaint he had already expected.

"She doesn’t remember that role yet."

At that, Eira turned to him with a pout.

He didn’t mind it.

"You still have to return with me eventually," he added calmly.

The frown on her face deepened, but she said nothing more.

Adelyn, now almost done, brought the last dish out and placed it on the table.

"Dinner is ready," she called, glancing at the father and daughter. "Let’s eat."

Both Dylan and Eira stood and walked over.

Dylan first pulled out a chair for Eira and helped her sit before reaching for another.

But instead of sitting, he glanced at Adelyn.

At first, she didn’t understand —but when he gestured for her to sit, realization dawned.

A faint blush crept onto her cheeks.

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she acted quickly and took the seat.

Only after she was settled down did Dylan take his own.

It was a small gesture —basic gentlemanly etiquette. Yet it made Adelyn’s heart skip a beat.

Not because no one had ever done it for her before ... but because she had never allowed another to treat her with such delicateness.

And today, she couldn’t refuse him.

Why was she making so many exceptions?

Hadn’t she always hated that?

"Ah ... I don’t really know what you both prefer," she said, trying to sound casual. "So I reheated everything that might suit your taste. Please choose whatever you like."

Inwardly, she couldn’t help but feel grateful to Nigel. If he hadn’t prepared all this in advance, she wouldn’t have known how to host these two high profile guests.

She turned to Eira and pushed a glass of milk towards her.

"Some dishes might be a little spicy," she said gently. "Take small sips of this if it gets too much."

Eira nodded brightly.

Adelyn served her a little of everything. But as she added the last dish, she suddenly paused.

"Wait," she said, her brows knitting slightly as she turned to Dylan.

"Is she allergic to anything?"

Dylan noticed the concern on her face but didn’t comment on it.

His gaze swept over the dishes briefly before he shook his head. "She isn’t picky."

Relief washed over Adelyn.

Turning back to Eira, she said softly, "If there’s anything you don’t like, don’t force yourself. Okay?"

Eira nodded again and picked up her fork.

Once she started eating, Adelyn watched her for a moment before finally serving herself.

But from the corner of her eye, she noticed Dylan hadn’t touched his food.

She looked at him, concern slipping into her voice. "Mr. Warren, is something wrong? Is the food not to your liking?"

He shook his head.

"I’m waiting for you."

Adelyn went still.

An awkward smile tugged at her lips as she reached for a bowl to serve herself.

But just as her fingers brushed the ceramic, another touch —cool and unexpected —made her pause.

Her fingers had brushed against his.

Startled, she quickly pulled her hand back.

"I—"

"Let me," he said smoothly, already taking the bowl and serving food onto her plate.

Once again, she couldn’t refuse him.

Still, she didn’t let him do everything.

She quickly reached for another dish and served both of them.

Holding the last bowl, Dylan asked causally, "Did you prepare all this yourself?"

Before Adelyn could think, she answered honestly. "No, Nigel prepared it. He was worried I’d starve while he was away, so he made everything in advance."

And in the very next moment —

She felt it.

The subtle shift in air again.