<h4>Chapter 843: Old fashioned man- Part 3</h4>


    When dimir offered his charming smile, he noticed the vein on Helena''s forehead pop up in annoyance. He could tell that she was trying to control her anger from saying or doing something to him. But the way her eyes zed, he couldn''t help but poke her.


    "Let''s move to the dining room," proposed dimir and the woman quietly red before following his lead.


    Watching the back of dimir''s head, Helena gritted her teeth. If she could, she would have shot him dead for annoying her and for unnecessarily wasting her time. But this was no ordinary mortal. If she did something, who knew what the consequences would be? The sooner she would finish the meal, the faster she could get him out of her hair.


    "I took the liberty to prepare some of your favourites after having Odin ask the people who know you closely," said dimir, his head turning to look at her with that evil smile that represented him.


    The dining room was big, and going to one side of the head of the table, dimir pulled out the chair for her. Helena gingerly sat down, and dimir took the other end to sit opposite of her. He stared at her while she red at him, neither of their gazes dropping.


    "You haven''t spoken much since you arrived here. The more you stay quiet it only makes me think that you want to stay mysterious so that I can find more about you," smiled dimir.


    "It seems like you are not good when ites to reading people, Mr. Lazarus. I don''t think you have heard of the term called personal space," responded Helena. The look in her red eyes was fierce with a no-nonsense attitude.


    dimir closed his eyes, his head down as if she had said something she was not supposed to. He then looked up and said, "Please. Call me d."


    "You aren''t my rtive or someone close to you to be calling you by first name," replied Helena.


    "Then it is only right that we familiarise ourselves," said dimir with a bright smile.


    Odin, who had just entered the room, cleared his throat without using words to interrupt them. Helena''s eyes snapped to look at Odin, who brought the wine bottle forward, "Wine?"


    She leaned her back against the chair, watching Odin pour the wine into her ss and then move to where the Devil sat before pouring the wine into his ss.


    Helena didn''t touch her wine ss, but she did see dimir pick up his ss, taking a sip as if he was enjoying this moment.


    "I am not here to familiarize with you. I am being polite and I would request you to stop showing up in front of me. You might have a lot of free time in your hands, Mr. Lazarus, but I have a ce to work that needs my attention," stated Helena.


    "You speak as if I am next to you all the time. You must be remembering me a lot, it isn''t truly my fault now, isn''t it?" He raised his eyebrows.


    If Helena had a branch of the tree right now, she would have beaten the man until he came to his senses. Instead, her hand reached for the wine, and she took a sip from it.


    "It seems like the apple doesn''t fall too far from the tree," she replied, her tongue cl.i.c.k.i.n.g in the end.


    dimir beamed at Helena''s words. He then looked at Odin and said, "Get the first round of food, Odin." When the servant left, the smile on dimir''s lips slowly slipped from his face. Running his finger around the rim of the ss, he asked, "I heard you weren''t like this when you were young. What happened?"


    "Aren''t you nosey," came the calm and collected words from Helena, who took a few more sips from the ss.


    "I am. I hope you can overlook it," responded dimir while waiting for Helena to speak.


    For a person who got his minion to find what she liked to eat, Helena couldn''t help but question if he had already done a background check on her.


    Helena didn''t speak for a few seconds, and she then said, "Why don''t you speak about yourself."


    "I am the Devil from Hell and that," he looked at Odin, who entered the room, "That is my faithful demon Odin. I have a handsome grandson and a cute great grandchild. I was hoping you could turn into their grandmother."


    The annoyance in Helena''s eyes increased, "I don''t know where you have picked up these lines, but you should stop.


    "Does it make your heart race?" he asked her.


    "It makes me cringe.


    dimir chuckled, "I am an old fashioned man, that must be the reason. Would you prefer if I tried something else?"


    "What I prefer is for you to not bother me," saying this, she took a bite from the food.


    "Hmm...I can tell you you want to throw the knife at me,"mented dimir when he noticed Helena''s eyes on the cutlery. "But people don''t often live after they try something like that on me."


    "I am not afraid of death," responded Helena, meeting his eyes, and he smirked.


    "So I have noted."


    The rest of the meal time went in silence, and when the time to leave appeared, Helena hoped that dimir wouldn''t follow her anymore. Walking out of the castle, she said, "Thank you for the meal."


    "We should do this often," proposed dimir.


    "No," came the quick response from Helena. "I hope since you are an old fashioned man, you will respect my thoughts and note in front of me anymore."


    dimir gave it some thought before he nodded his head, "Okay."


    Offering him a bow, Helena walked back to the carriage, and she returned to her work.


    A week passed since she hadst seen dimir, and without him, she felt peace was back in her life. The decorum in the High House had returned to its normal state that was busy with meetings and papers that needed to be read and sealed.


    She leaned against the plush chair, closing her eyes for a moment in the room.


    "You should take a break from work, if you don''t want early wrinkles on that pretty face." Hearing the Devil''s voice from behind her, she turned herself and saw it was indeed him.


    "You," she grumbled.


    "You said not toe in front of you, nothing about showing up behind you," smirked dimir. Helena felt her headache return.