"Are you just going to let this mysterious maid go? With a servant like you, I'm worried about your master's safety…" Xia Sang mocked, yes, she wanted to provoke Si's anger.
When someone is angry, it's easier to learn the hidden truth from their mouth.
"You have no right to blame me. I spare your life only because of the honor of Gravy Sata being the king's witch." After a moment of confusion, he realized she wasn't who she claimed to be.
The king's witch? "Then… so your master is L. Dandel? The ruler of the Blood Clan, the sovereign of the realm…" Her eyes were hollow and terrifying, and the twitching corners of her mouth curled into a smug smile.
That hoarse laughter carried both the ecstatic release of joy and the bitter resignation of despair.
But she had finally found him.
Through the solid wall, that arrogant man was so close to her.
Xia Sang stiffly turned around and cautiously moved away from her original position. Only after she was certain that Si would not punish her as he had claimed did she finally breathe a sigh of relief. But the red, swollen marks on her neck, which showed no signs of fading, spoke volumes about her current suffering—and about Si's determination to kill her at that moment.
Then why had he spared her?
Before she could figure it out, she witnessed a shocking scene.
Through the narrow gap in the low doorframe, she saw the man tightly embracing Ivina, laughter and playful banter filling the air, a hint of intimacy seeping through the narrow opening.
And that man, smiling gently, was the duke in her heart—the untouchable, emotionless, cold-blooded man. Why was he showing tenderness toward a woman?
No! She wouldn't allow it!
"What's wrong?" Seeing Ivina's furrowed brows, Luo grew concerned.
She shook her head. She had just felt a chill from behind.
"Nothing, just a bit cold."
Luo removed his cloak and gently draped it over her.
"Will it be stuffy?" He gazed into her mesmerizing eyes, gently tousling the black hair on her forehead. "Tell me what you desire, and I will make it happen for you. I only hope you can quickly adapt to life here, to the vampire clan, and… to my busy, never-ending life…"
He wanted to say more, but she gently covered his lips with her delicate hand. For the first time, she blinked her long lashes, staring at a man so closely.
"I don't know if I can adapt quickly, but I will definitely try my best." Ivina tilted her head slightly, her expression tinged with mischief.
"Then that includes never betraying me or leaving me." Luo's deep eyes narrowed, his high nose gently brushing against Ivina's delicate cheek.
"Including that?" His gentle kisses landed on her lips, but a strong sense of unease forced him to stop, seeking a definitive answer from the person before him.
"I've said it before: in Luo's life from now on, Ivina will never be absent again. I will hold you tightly, just as I do now, and no matter who you are, you will never be alone again."
This bold promise surprised even herself.
But if coming here was fate, then loving him was destiny.
Luo smiled. To be honest, how many young women would be swept off their feet by such a loving smile? Why would such a perfect man fall in love with someone as plain as herself? She had never been confident about that.
He kissed her lips, and this time their tongues intertwined with happiness. Gradually, he held her tighter, his kisses spreading from her neck, this love spreading to her delicate shoulders.
He pulled out the gift he had prepared earlier. A sweetness filled Luo's heart, which had been frozen for thousands of years.
In the dark, murky air, a brilliant white light shone from his pocket.
That was the gift he was going to give her—a vampire's love.
"Click, click." There was a urgent knock on the door.
"Master, urgent news!" The servant's knock came from outside the door, his respectful tone tinged with unusual anxiety.