"Speak with me?" Isabella glanced at him with a puzzled face not understanding what he wanted to speak with her, Lucifer nodded calmly, "yes, a little chat, only if you want, can we?"
Knowing that Lucifer will never bring up having conversation until it's important, she nodded, avoiding his gaze. "Of course, Lucifer, what’s on your mind? What do you want to speak with me?"
Lucifer leaned back on the couch, resting his hand on the top of the couch, "the man in the hospital, I mean the Estelle mentioned at dinner, you seemed to be unsettled when discussion about him was brought up, do you know him? I mean, I've never seen you that disturbed before, so I want to know if you were to know him or not!"
Isabella’s heart raced, but she kept her expression neutral, "no, I don't know him," she
