Chapter 458. Warm Dinner

Seven Sins System Chapter 458. Warm Dinner

Somehow, I managed to restrain myself and walked back to my dorm without glancing at Puriel again.

I kept my gaze fixed straight ahead, refusing to let myself get drawn into whatever unspoken circumstance was simmering between us. The steady rhythm of my footsteps on the pavement was like a distraction from the chaos in my mind. I just needed to get to my dorm, shut the door, and block out everything for a while.

I finally arrived at the dorm lobby. But as I stepped inside, I saw Julia sitting on the couch near the receptionist, a pan with a lid resting on her lap.

“Julia?” I greeted her, my voice laced with curiosity. “What are you doing here?” I asked.

It wasn’t often that Julia showed up at the dorm unannounced, and I couldn’t help but wonder what had brought her here tonight. Well, I guess it was because of what we were talking about at the training ground earlier, but I was curious about the pan.

Julia turned towards me, her face lighting up with a warm smile as she stood up. “Oh, you’re here,” she said, her tone cheerful.

I walked over to her. “Why are you here? And what’s that?” I pointed at the pan, already suspecting that it was meant for me.

“Casserole,” she said simply, lifting the lid to reveal the warm, inviting dish inside. The aroma wafted up, filling the lobby with a rich, savory scent that was far more enticing than the sandwich I had just bought. The smell of melted cheese, roasted vegetables, and tender meat made my stomach rumble, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten a proper meal all day. The smell wasn’t as good as my realm’s dish, but clearly better than my on sale food.

“I made too much of this, so I thought I’d share it with you,” Julia continued with a smile. There was a coaxing tone in her voice, as if she knew exactly how to lure me in. “I bet this will taste better than your sandwich.”

I looked at the casserole, then back at Julia, and felt my resolve weaken. Of course, I wasn’t going to refuse. The sandwich in my bag suddenly seemed far less appealing, especially with the warm, home-cooked meal right in front of me. Besides, there was something about the way Julia was looking at me—her eyes full of warmth and care—that made it impossible to say no.

“Thanks,” I said, my voice softening. “This smells amazing.”

She smiled again, pleased with my reaction. “I’m glad you think so. I was worried you might have already eaten.”

I shook my head. “No, I haven’t. Just picked up a sandwich, but this is definitely a better option.” I gestured to the pan, inhaling the savory aroma that made my mouth water.

Julia smiled, clearly pleased with my response. “I’m glad. I was hoping we could have dinner together,” she said, her tone light, but there was an undercurrent of something more. Concern, perhaps, or maybe just the unspoken understanding that there was more on my mind than I was letting on.

I nodded. “Sure, let’s go to my room,” I said, already knowing that this dinner wouldn’t just be about food. I could tell she wanted to talk more about what was bothering me. I couldn’t blame her—after all, I’d been acting strangely, even by my own standards.

We started walking towards the elevator, and I kept my eyes forward. But despite my best efforts to stay present, I found my thoughts drifting again. And as we passed the glass doors of the lobby, I made the mistake of glancing back.

There she was, Puriel, standing just outside the building, partially hidden by the shadows. She wasn’t watching me with the usual coldness or disdain. Instead, her expression was different—softer, almost vulnerable. It was a look of longing, so much different from the detached, impassive face she usually wore around me. For a brief moment, our eyes met.

I quickly diverted my gaze, turning my attention back to the path ahead. I didn’t want to dwell on what that look might mean. Whatever it was, it was better left unexamined, buried under everything else that was already crowding my thoughts.

Julia noticed my momentary distraction but didn’t comment on it. Instead, she followed me into the elevator, the pan still in her hands. The ride up to my floor was silent, the only sound was the soft hum of the elevator. Both of us were aware that the real conversation hadn’t started yet.

When we reached my room, I unlocked the door and held it open for her. The sight of my dorm room greeted us—simple, practical, and a little too cramped for my taste, but it served its purpose.

"Right," I began without pausing my steps. "What do you want to talk about, Julia?" I said without further ado, placing my bag on the kitchen counter.

Julia shook her head and put the pan on the small table. “Eat first, talk later,” she said firmly, pulling out a couple of plates from my kitchen drawer and setting them out. The aroma of the casserole filled the room.

“Just for your information,” I added, as I pulled out a chair and sat down. “Red will come soon. So whatever you want to talk about, make it on point.” My tone was blunt, perhaps more than I intended, but I needed to set the boundaries clearly. The night had already been emotionally draining, and I didn’t want this conversation to spiral out of control.

Julia frowned in confusion, her brow furrowing as she processed my words. “Who is Red?” she asked, clearly puzzled by the unfamiliar name.

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