9.9 Billion Bride

He is the emperor of the dark night—cruel and indifferent, rejecting the warmth of women's affection. He ensnared her, viewing her as the antidote to the love poison that coursed through him, instantly addicted, and henceforth, forever beyond redemption. "The women who have glimpsed my body have only one destiny," he declared, donning a refined silver-black mask, his smile sly. "Yet, I find your scent intriguing. You may choose the manner of your demise." Their first encounter saw him pinning her to the carpet. Though commonplace advances typically involved various kisses, he surprised her by biting her neck. The perplexing question lingered: Why was he, not a vampire, drinking her blood?! Upon their second meeting, she fell prey to his bodyguard's abduction, brought before him. As she teetered on the brink of total consumption, a mysterious factor within her body was triggered...

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1172: Lifelong devotion (14)_1

Henry Taylor, standing before the sickbed, remained silent, his back turned, spine stiff and cold.

Tara Summer sighed inwardly and slowly walked out the door...

That night at eleven, Henry Taylor indeed honored his promise to return to the marshal's mansion to rest. Since it was very late, Tara Summer naturally didn't know.

It wasn't until the next day that she heard from the butler, although Henry Taylor had already left the house at five in the morning. Despite the short rest, it was still better than not sleeping at all.

Clarence Simons left the marshal's mansion the next afternoon to head to the airport for Paris.

Feeling heavy and lacking energy to go to the hospital, Tara Summer spent the entire afternoon sleeping in her room, until the maids brought in dinner at five in the evening.

After eating, she took a bath and then continued to lie down to rest.

It wasn't until five in the morning that her cellphone on the nightstand suddenly rang.

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