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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940: Love, Don't Force It! (2)_1

"Mmm, delicious, Lisa's cooking skills have really improved!" Bastian withdrew his hand and bent down to focus on his meal, constantly praising, "... top-notch! Top-notch!"

Lisa was bringing the soup over and couldn't help grinning upon hearing his compliments.

Tara Summer shook her head helplessly, also starting to eat, while Owl Eagle, sitting on the opposite side, kept silent throughout. He ate his food slowly and gracefully, and for the entire meal, he said not a word.

Emily Stone occasionally looked up at him. She had never seen a man eat with such elegance—it was simply extraordinary.

With a sigh in her heart, she shook her head to stop herself from thinking further. She took a deep breath as Emily tried to calm her emotions.

When she looked up again, she had a sweet smile on her face, "Tara, will you take me to Harvard University for a visit this afternoon?"

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