章節 9: Don't Get Attached To Her

Adjusting his cuff, Silas walked down the stairs. He was decked up in a pitch-black formal suit, looking quite handsome. His silver-dyed hair was styled up, exposing his radiant clear white skin. Although, the usual ice-cold expression on his face was still prominent.

As he reached the giant living room, he frowned a little at the sight awaiting him there.

Aziel was laying down on the velvet couch, facing the ceiling with a dull expression. As soon as he heard those tapping footsteps, he averted his gaze towards Silas, who stood a few meters away.

“Heading for work?” He slowly sat up and inquired in a deep voice.

“Yes,” Silas answered. He folded his arms over his chest. “I prefer to work, unlike someone who likes to slack off by staying at home most of the time.”

Despite being the wealthiest among them, Aziel had never worked a single day. He always favored staying back at the mansion, doing absolutely nothing.