Chapter-17

"Oh my goodness, this chicken is delicious. I believed Lucifer was the best cook in the house. But you're far superior to him. "Did your mother teach you?" Sharron enquired if she was enjoying the food.

"Mother. "There is no mother in our family." She said this while tilting her head. Her expression was expressionless.

"Oh, I didn't realise. I apologise, honey. But what made you say "we"? "Do you have any siblings?" she inquired, stroking her hands with a gentle smile.

The young lady blinked and nodded. "Many," she said, glancing down at her hands. She was perplexed. Her skin is unable to detect temperature changes. Everything is the same, warm or cold, because her skin is comprised of the devil's blood and hell's fire.

But this woman's touch warms her in a pleasant manner. She is experiencing unusual sensations in her body.

She wanted to take her hands back, but she also wanted her to keep caressing her hands.

"Who trained you to cook, and