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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093: Typical Long-legged Oppa (5)

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Despite being a young man full of vitality, he always wore a serious, icy expression that made him appear much older than he truly was. He embodied the physique of a twenty-year-old, yet wielded the mature aura of a thirty-year-old.

"The Young Master ordered that Miss Summer will start going to Saint Emperia Hospital from tomorrow." Snow Eagle firmly stated, standing a few steps away from her.

She always believed that Tara Summer was not worthy of the Young Master, so she refused to address her as Young Madam. Even at this moment, despite making the announcement, she didn't look at her.

Both her expressions and voice were cold, and she even seemed disdainful in her gaze.

Tara Summer glanced at her, nodded quietly without saying anything, and then got up and left the dining room.

Behind her, Snow Eagle's eyebrows furrowed together. In her eyes, Tara's behavior was arrogant and rude, which added to her disdain for Tara. Her expression was so cold that it lacked any warmth.

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