A Moment of Warmth

Upon hearing the word "Madam," Adele's expression visibly darkened. The moment Molly stepped into the room and Adele drank Molly's blood, it signified that Adele had already yielded to her mother. She could no longer defiantly say, "I said no, and I mean it."

The Madam had shown Adele, in the simplest way, that she shouldn't resist anymore. How was she any different from other vampires?

Adele pondered for a while before changing the subject again: "I…I'll go wash up first." Molly nodded, watching as Adele grabbed a fresh nightgown and went into the bathroom.

Adele undressed, turned on the faucet, and stepped into the shower. The first thing she did was raise her arm to check if there was any odor on her body. After all, it had been a long time since she last bathed. For a vampire, the thirst for blood is a dreadful state. Her mind had been foggy, her consciousness on the verge of collapse, and she had no idea how she managed to endure those last few days.

When her mind was still somewhat clear, she had bathed and taken care of herself, although she hadn't been able to properly dry her hair. She'd wrapped it in a towel and leaned by the fireplace, waiting for it to dry naturally. But as her agitation grew, she couldn't even light the fire or take a bath, so she simply curled up in her bedroom, hugging herself to sleep day after day.

Now that her mind was clear again, she was naturally worried that she might have an odor, especially since she had slept in the same bed as Molly all night. The thought of Molly, lying next to her, possibly dazed from blood loss and catching a whiff of her made Adele's entire body flush with embarrassment.

Then she recalled the moment she had just woken up and seen Molly. Molly was lying on her side, her soft black hair covering much of her face. When Adele opened her eyes, she found herself face to face with Molly, making her think she was still dreaming.

It was like the dreams she had before, where she dreamt of Molly coming to her, holding Molly's hand to her cheek, whispering sweet nothings, and even confessing that she liked her. Adele thought this was another dream. But after a moment of clarity, Adele realized that everything around her was so real—even the scent of Molly slowly filled her nose.

There was even a hint of blood lingering on her fangs. Unable to resist, she licked her fangs, savoring the lingering taste of fresh blood. She also realized that the scent wafting from Molly wasn't just her usual fragrance but also the smell of blood. Adele came to the realization that she had indeed drunk Molly's blood and that this wasn't a dream—it was all real.

In that moment, Adele was utterly confused, losing control of herself as she shot upright in bed, letting out a sharp scream. It was a scream of disbelief, so piercing that even Adele found it ridiculous. The next moment, she saw Molly slowly waking up, then sitting up in bed. As her soft black hair swayed, it revealed the bite marks on her neck that Adele hadn't noticed earlier.

There were two small black puncture wounds, perfectly matching her own fangs. The wounds were dark, with a faint ring of red around them, the bleeding already stopped. When Adele saw this, she admitted that her heart skipped a beat. Adele wanted to drink Molly's blood, but not like this.

If Molly agreed to let her drink her blood, Adele would have made sure to prepare a beautiful meal for her first. After Molly was well-fed and satisfied, Adele would invite her to her room. She would have Molly sit on the sofa and, after getting her consent, gently lift Molly's hand, kissing her hand soothingly before delicately piercing her skin with her fangs.

Adele would be very restrained, only drinking a little, just a tiny bit, ensuring it wouldn't affect Molly's health. She had heard that being bitten wasn't pleasant, so she would have candies ready to give to Molly when she felt uncomfortable from the bite.

Finally, after finishing, Adele would bring out a pre-prepared medical kit, carefully disinfect the wound, and bandage it.

In Adele's ideal scenario, every blood-drinking session should be like that. But in reality, both times she had drunk Molly's blood, she had been unconscious. The first time, she didn't even know how or where she had bitten Molly. The second time, she had been rough, pinning Molly to the ground and drinking greedily, making Molly suffer.

Thinking about it made Adele feel even more defeated.

Molly's experience must have been unpleasant both times. She was already reluctant to let Adele drink her blood; would she dislike it even more now? Adele sighed, unable to avoid these thoughts. Next time, if she ever had the chance to drink blood again, she would do it right!

But as her thoughts about Molly began to cool, Adele had to confront a more pressing issue—how to face her mother. She had been determined not to give in to Mrs. Black, refusing to drink blood at all costs. But as soon as Molly entered the room, Adele had inevitably succumbed to her vampire instincts.

Adele didn't blame Molly; she had entered the room out of concern for her, her love compelling her to act. Adele was a reasonable person; she knew that giving in to the temptation of blood was her own weakness, not something to hold against Molly. To do so would be utterly ungrateful.

Now that she had lost, she needed to find another solution. The warm water flowed over Adele's body as she considered various strategies for dealing with her mother. But after much thought, she realized that she would have to take things as they came.

The best approach for now was to go along with her mother's wishes while ensuring that she didn't discover her feelings for Molly. Otherwise, her mother would surely use Molly as leverage to force her to submit. After finishing her bath and coming up with a possible plan, Adele turned off the water, dried herself, and changed into her new nightgown before stepping out of the bathroom.

She found Molly still lying on the bed, resting. She wasn't asleep, just lying there with her eyes closed, recharging. Adele knew that being bitten for the first time must have been exhausting for Molly, leaving her feeling utterly drained. So even after a full night's sleep, she still felt tired.

Adele's exit from the bathroom disturbed Molly, who fluttered her eyelashes before opening her eyes. Molly yawned, reached for a towel she had prepared on the nightstand, knelt on the bed, and patted her thigh. "Miss, let me dry your hair."

Adele initially responded calmly, sitting on the bed. Her weight made the mattress sink slightly on her side. But as she sat and looked at Molly, Adele became acutely aware of something that made her flush with embarrassment. Not long ago, Molly had asked her if she liked her, and her silent response had been deafening. Molly wasn't stupid; she could tell from Adele's reaction that she did indeed like her.

Although Adele had refused Molly's suggestion to elope, there was no denying her feelings for Molly. Adele had once imagined that if Molly knew about her feelings, she would be thrilled, her cheeks blushing like red roses from the joy. But in reality, Molly's reaction had been rather calm, almost indifferent.

Even when she proposed eloping, her tone had remained steady.

But that was just Molly. Molly was always like that, never showing much emotion. Adele had rarely seen Molly express any strong feelings, even when she realized that Molly liked her. Molly's emotions were always subtly hidden in her actions.

With someone like Molly, even knowing that their feelings were mutual didn't change her demeanor. Even when Adele refused her, she didn't ask why, not even a change in tone. Adele felt a bit defeated. Compared to Molly, she felt like a foolish little girl, blushing at the slightest thing.

Yet, despite this, Adele couldn't help but blush and feel her heart race whenever she was with Molly. Her normally slow-beating heart beat faster because of Molly. Now, as she looked at Molly patting her thigh and realized that Molly was aware of her feelings, Adele found it difficult to approach her as calmly as she usually would.

Molly, unaware of Adele's turmoil, simply reached out and gently tugged her. Still flustered, Adele lost her balance and fell onto Molly's lap, her damp hair landing right where Molly had placed a towel on her thighs. If it weren't for the towel, Adele would have soaked Molly's maid uniform.

Adele still had the presence of mind to notice that.

But soon, she didn't have the luxury of thinking about anything else. Lying on Molly's lap, feeling the softness beneath her head, she looked up to see Molly intently drying her hair. Somehow, it felt a bit embarrassing.

Molly's expression was serious, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration as she dried Adele's hair. From this angle, Adele could see the two small puncture wounds on Molly's neck. The sight of the bite marks made Adele even more embarrassed, especially when her eyes met Molly's. Unable to handle it, Adele quickly shut her eyes.

She lay there on Molly's lap, eyes tightly closed in embarrassment. Her eyelashes trembled, her cheeks flushed, and her hands clasped tightly over her chest. Her entire body, from the tips of her ears to her toes, radiated with embarrassment.

If Molly didn't believe that Adele liked her, she would have to be blind. Every reaction screamed that she did, very much so.

Perhaps because she knew this, Molly remained remarkably calm, indifferent even to being rejected. Seeing Adele like this, Molly couldn't resist the urge to tease her. So she softly said, "Miss, you're really cute."

Adele blushed even more at those words, her lips pressing into a tight line, her hands clenching more firmly, and her fingertips turning pale.

Right now, Adele was probably thinking: Molly, how could you say something like that?

The young lady really is a master of overthinking.