Denied: A Devil’s Thousandth Proposal

ch 15

The place where Lilian saw "Young Master Parish" again was in the sunroom of his residence.

The glass in this world is not much different from what Lilian remembers. Transparent glass with a few bubbles is assembled piece by piece, tightly wrapping the entire outward-extending balcony. Sunlight shines through the glass, and colorful rainbows can even be seen from different angles.

Young Master Parish, dressed in a white shirt, was bathed in the not-too-intense sunlight, as if he were draped in a layer of radiance, his handsome features as captivating as an angel's.

Of course, this is what others see, but Lilian immediately lowered her head after seeing the evil aura hidden beneath that handsome exterior, afraid of accidentally making eye contact with that demon.

She carefully stepped forward, opened the insulated food box, and took out the breakfast, which was served in delicate porcelain. It contained Ornando sausages, warm Misa highland sheep milk, white bread made from refined flour, and meat sauce as a dipping sauce.

Lilian placed the food on the table where the demon was sitting and then stepped aside. During this time, she felt the demon watching her, but she kept her eyes fixed on the table, completely unable to look at him.

According to the etiquette Rebecca had casually mentioned when teaching her, she had to wait to the side until the devil finished eating before packing up and leaving, unless he gave her other instructions.

Rock Johnson did not look away.

Last night, Earl Wilson hosted a banquet, but he skipped it, citing illness. He loathed associating with those hypocritical people and had no interest in doing anything else, so he went straight to sleep. He was somewhat surprised to wake up today, as he usually slept for years at a time.

It seems that the bet with Balan is what's keeping him in mind.

The Abyss Tree Seed was something he absolutely needed, and since Balan was being so generous as to offer it as a wager, how could he let him down?

Speaking of bets...

Rock Johnson looked at Lilian and slightly curled the corners of his lips, but this did not mean he was happy.

On the contrary, he is very, very unhappy now.

Why couldn't she just accept his proposal and suffer through the years to come before taking her last breath?

Why does she have to play so many tricks?

Rock Johnson invoked Parish's memories, propped one elbow on the table, a charming smile on his face, his gaze lightly falling on Lilian : "My beloved girl, how are you doing in the kitchen? If anyone bullies you, you must tell me, and I will protect you."

Hearing this "heartfelt confession," Lilian thought to herself, "This devil really doesn't know her name!"

Of course, she didn't feel the need to remind him how absurd it was to claim "deep love" without knowing her name.

She said respectfully, "Thank you very much for your concern, Master Parish. I am doing well in the kitchen, and everyone is taking good care of me."

Rock Johnson smiled and gestured to the seat next to him, saying, "Would I have the honor of inviting you, beautiful lady, to dine with me?"

Parish had a lot of suitable words to choose from in his memory, which was something Rock Johnson was quite satisfied with. If the first human woman he met hadn't been this cunning one, he might have already won the bet.

Whether he killed the human woman outright or left her to find someone else, both options might be better choices, but for Rock Johnson , choosing either one would be a humiliation.

Getting a hypocritical and despicable human woman to agree to his marriage proposal should have been extremely easy, but he encountered such an anomaly, which he viewed as a provocation.

The bet had only just begun, and he had plenty of time to retaliate against her provocation.

Lilian lowered her head and replied, "Young Master, I am just a maid. I dare not tarnish your reputation. Please do not do this."

If this demon were to appear in his true form in front of her, she might not dare to resist and would do whatever he said. But since he is possessing someone else and seems to be bound by some rules, she should make good use of him and openly "rebel" against him!

Rock Johnson looked at Lilian's innocent, rabbit-like appearance and couldn't help but sneer.

Humans are truly despicable; no matter how filthy their motives, they can always pretend to be as pure as a unicorn.

Rock Johnson tapped his fingers on the table, a malicious glint in his eyes.

"If you don't want to tarnish my reputation, then you shouldn't have accepted my help yesterday."

Lilian was taken aback, and even Waldo was somewhat surprised. Both of them could hear the malice hidden in his words, but Waldo thought he had misheard, while Lilian was worried that this devil was planning to overturn the table and quit the game.

"...I'm sorry, I was too selfish. I was so eager to work in the kitchen that I overlooked this point," Lilian said sincerely as she pondered.

She couldn't let this devil turn the table and quit. She didn't know what he would do, and she didn't have the guts to try... So, should she try to appease him now?

Lilian mustered her courage and looked at the demon. Sure enough, she found that he was staring at her. She controlled herself and did not look away. She held her breath and gradually felt her face turn red. She hurriedly lowered her head and said, "I will clarify things with everyone and make sure they no longer misunderstand."

She had to make the devil misunderstand that she had some feelings for him, and that he still had a chance. He shouldn't flip the table!

Rock Johnson observed everything Lilian did and drew some of the conclusions Lilian wanted him to reach…

Without a doubt, this human woman was already captivated by this appearance and Parish's status. However, she was too ambitious, wanted more, and was intelligent enough, but she simply didn't use the right person for her goals.