Richard had recently purchased a small villa near the bar. The previous night, sensing unusual activity in his boss's room, he discreetly took Thomas with him to avoid interrupting whatever was happening.
His relationship with Lisa continued to blossom—they'd spent the entire night talking on the phone. She'd been furious when he failed to answer her calls for the past two days, but their long conversation had smoothed things over.
The spring water (marketed as the *Beautifying Water*) had launched successfully, generating massive profits for Lara Cosmetics. Thrilled by the results, Lisa invited Richard to a celebratory dinner—an offer he gladly accepted, especially after receiving a message from Lucifer:
*"Don't come to the bar for 3-4 days."*
**Meanwhile, at the bar...
**At the Bar**
After sealing Diana's powers, Lucifer began teasing her relentlessly. Frustrated, Diana hurled objects across the room, shattering glasses and overturning furniture in her tantrum.
But Lucifer had anticipated this. With a mere flick of his wrist, his magic restored everything—broken glass reassembled, overturned chairs righted themselves, and each item returned to its original spot as if untouched. The effort cost him almost nothing.
Diana, now stripped of her supernatural stamina, panted heavily from exertion. Without her powers, even simple acts of destruction drained her.
Watching her struggle, Lucifer smirked. "My wife is really cute," he mused aloud.
The word "wife" sent Diana into a flustered frenzy. Her face burned crimson, though she stubbornly refused to admit how his words affected her.
**Diana:** "Who is your wife? Don't call me that!"
**Lucifer:** "Yes, yes, *wife*. I won't call you my wife," he replied, his tone dripping with mock sincerity.
Diana clenched her fists. *"This shameless bastard..."*
Soon, the rich aroma of dinner filled the bar, making Diana's mouth water uncontrollably. She shook her head, determined to resist.
**Lucifer:** "Wife, you *really* don't want to eat with me?"
**Diana:** "Stop calling me that, you bastard!"
**Lucifer:** "Okay, *my wife*."
Her eye twitched in frustration.
Lucifer devoured every last bite on the table, leaving no scraps.
**Diana:** "You *bastard*! Even if I said I wouldn't eat, couldn't you have left something?!" Diana spoke to herself
Diana stood frozen, her glare burning into Lucifer's back as he stretched lazily and retreated to his room for a nap.
Her stomach growled loudly—the aftermath of her chaotic rampage through the bar had left her ravenous. She rummaged through the kitchen, finding nothing... until a note on the refrigerator caught her eye:
***'Food for my dear wife.'***
Rolling her eyes at the audacious label, she yanked the door open—only to find a feast meticulously arranged inside. Despite herself, she carried the dishes to the table and began eating, the flavors melting her irritation away.
A traitorous smile tugged at her lips. *Maybe this shameless man wasn't entirely insufferable.*
Unbeknownst to her, Lucifer lay in bed, his own smile mirroring hers as he drifted off.
By the time Lucifer woke, afternoon light streamed through the windows. He stretched and made his way to the main hall, where he found Diana curled up on the sofa, fast asleep. Exhausted from the night's chaos and the hearty meal, she'd dozed off mid-rebellion.
With surprising gentleness, Lucifer scooped her into his arms—princess-style—and carried her to his bed, tucking her in before quietly cleaning the bar.
When Diana awoke, confusion flickered across her face as she registered the plush mattress beneath her. *'Lucifer must have brought me here…'*
A rare warmth bloomed in her chest. In her world, she'd been revered and feared—never *cared for*. Though she'd envied mortal couples, no one had ever matched her strength… until now.
*'And what do I get? A lazy, infuriating man who cooks, eats, and sleeps!'* She groaned, half-tempted to strangle him—if only he weren't so damn *thoughtful*.
Diana woke and strode into the main hall, finding Lucifer lounging on the sofa with two steaming cups.
**Lucifer:** *"Come sit. Have coffee."* He slid a cup toward her.
Too tired to argue, she grabbed it and took a sip—then grimaced.
**Diana:** *"It's bitter."*
**Lucifer:** *"You'll get used to it, my wife."*
**Diana:** *"You bastard! Who's your wife? Don't call me that!"*
**Lucifer:** *"Then explain something—who ate the food labeled 'for my dear wife' on the fridge?"*
Diana's face flushed crimson. Lucifer smirked, watching her flounder.
Seizing the moment, he added: *"Since you're curious about this world… how about a tour?"*