Immediately after King Blake leaned close to Rory's ear, he asked with his tone icy, "Why didn't you tell me? You didn't even want to make a phone call? Do you want to leave me? Is it only after I mark you that you'll completely belong to me?"
Rory looked at him helplessly yet firmly. "I didn't, I don't want to leave."
King Blake released her and walked to the edge of the bed.
Rory breathed a sigh of relief, moved back to the edge of the bed, sat down, and felt incredibly complicated inside.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Rory turned her body and whispered softly, "I was afraid I would cry."
King Blake held Rory tightly in his arms, smelling her fragrance, unsure whether to smile or keep a cold face.
In the end, he couldn't keep a cold face for long. Rory's lips still bore the redness from the bite, and he pressed his lips against hers again.