Once again, Dracula had insulted Lilith, not feeling remorseful about the insult.
Deep down he was amused by the fact that Lilith always has a frown on her face whenever he insult her.
The little act of Lilith was intriguing.
"I have… I have nothing to say to you." She whispered as she grasped the hem of the gown that she had worn.
Without warning, she raised the gown to her stomach region, her inner tight was visible to the eyes.
Lilith had thought that if she threatened to pull off her clothes, then Dracula was going to stare away.
Well… Dracula didn't.
His brows were arched upwards as he stared at Lilith, analysing what she had planned to do.
With Lilith's voice sounding like a mere whisper, she proceeded to speak to Dracula. "I was expecting you to look away." She whispered.
He scoffed. "I guess in life, things don't always go as we expect." He whispered back to her, his voice laced with mockery intensity.
