After a bloody battle, Lionel barged into the restaurant with a "Closed" sign, alerting the owner, Margie. "Sir, we're closed!" Lionel was only seeking temporary refuge from his pursuers, but Margie was just ejecting him brutally. This baron had no alternative but to reveal his mesmerizing, menacing red eyes and fangs. Margie was captivated by the vampire's dark, handsome allure but also felt fear and tension. Summoning her courage, she uttered the first insult he had heard in a millennium: "What's so great about those fangs? You're just one vampire, aren't you?" Undoubtedly, this woman intrigued Lionel. But the reasons seemed to go beyond that. What's so special about this woman? Could a lost love be recovered? Will she heed reason, remain ordinary, and avoid the dangers coming one after another, or will she submit to his temptation and savor the sweetness of forbidden love?

I was nestled comfortably in the arms of the millennia-old vampire, my cheek pressed against the cool silk of his sleeping robe, when a sudden, violent knocking shattered the peaceful morning. The sound echoed through the bedchamber like gunfire, making my pulse jump. Only then did I remember—I had been whisked away from my own coronation ceremony to this secluded room! My eyes snapped open to find my face buried in his icy chest, his slow, steady heartbeat thudding against my ear like a distant drum. Morning light seeped through the heavy velvet curtains, painting slender golden beams across the marble floor where our discarded robes lay tangled.


Chapter 260 - The Fetus's Mockery