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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440: I'm sorry, I love you (13)

While the young madam was yet to recover from her illness, the young master went out without any bodyguards, indicating that it wasn't business-related. This left Henry Taylor full of confusion. No work to attend to, yet the young master had gone out, leaving the young madam behind!?

This... was abnormal! It felt very wrong!

Owl Eagle should not have followed, but he couldn't help himself. He trailed behind Fierce Eagle, both of them joining Tara Summer and heading to the southern living room on the first floor.

The living room, nearly five hundred square meters in size, was large and extravagant. As Tara Summer walked in, she turned her head to see Owl Eagle. She didn't stop him; instead, she said, "Come in with us."

Both bodyguards were struck by her gaunt face. After entering the living room and closing the door, they stood upright in front of the sofa.

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