Watching the people coming and going, it was clear that the hotel was thriving. The building was not only magnificent in appearance but also uniquely designed inside, with the most striking feature being the thick curtains—undoubtedly a perfect refuge for vampires to hide from the sunlight during the day!
The true "castle" of the baron was located in the underground three floors of this hotel.
I drove the car directly into the underground tunnel. The car lights illuminated the road in the darkness, as if we were descending into an endless abyss. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of path I had chosen.
However, at the turn, a smart door opened, like an old-fashioned camera lens, the blades rotating away, and a soft light shone through, like moonlight lingering in the human world, light and transparent.
As I drove the car in and parked, I was about to open the car door when a figure flashed, and the door was pulled open.
He was wearing a white suit with gold embroidered standing collar, paired with an elegant brown satin shirt. His noble aura was overwhelming, and his auburn hair was meticulously combed back, flawless, standing quietly outside the car, ethereally beautiful.
He reached out to me, bowing slightly like a gentleman, "Baroness Albert, we're home!"
Those deep blue eyes were filled with affection, gradually calming my restless heart. I held his cold hand and got out of the car, but before I could steady myself, he quickly pressed me against the car door, and an eager kiss enveloped me...
This seemed too fast!
I was too shocked to move. His lips were cold and soft yet firm. I felt both anticipation and fear, as if I were on an adventure, yet unable to extricate myself from the thrill of it!
His slender fingers caressed my neck, making me tremble and gasp.
As soon as my lips parted, his tongue slipped in, gently probing and entwining, unhurried and tender, easing my tension.
His hand brushed lightly over my neck, sliding into my hair, skillfully resting at the nape of my neck, gently caressing, eliciting a soft moan from me. My whole body relaxed, and my soul swayed gently in this kiss. He inhaled my scent deeply, and his other arm around my waist slowly tightened.
"Sir, you're finally back!" a woman's cold voice rang out.
I hurriedly tried to push him away, but he still held me in his arms, as if making a closing statement, leisurely kissing my forehead before finally letting go. His gaze never left me, but his cold words were directed at the woman, "Liza, you're becoming more and more impolite!"
I couldn't help but turn my head and saw a dazzlingly beautiful woman.
Her exquisite updo evoked the timeless elegance of Italian opera heroines from centuries past, clinging to her scalp, adorned with simple pearl hairpins. She wore a wine-red strapless gown, her wine-red lips complementing her snow-white skin, strikingly stunning. Her deep, bright blue eyes were accentuated with heavy eyeshadow—she was so beautiful, she didn't seem human!
Behind her stood a cold-faced man in black. With a lazy wave of her hand, he stepped forward, opened the car door, and took out my luggage.
"Liza is my stewardess and has been by my side for four hundred years," Lionel introduced. "Liza, Margie is my baroness. You must serve her as the lady of the house!"
So she was just the stewardess?
I breathed a sigh of relief but felt even more annoyed. Such a stunning stewardess—if it were me, I'd definitely treat her as a lover!
Liza leaned in, scrutinizing me with obvious disdain. I could sense her sensing the scent of my blood. "Ah... such a sweet virgin. Could it be that the master is interested in the elf blood in this virgin?"
Her words made me stumble!
Lionel quickly reached out to steady me by the waist.
I was touched by his every thoughtful gesture, but it never occurred to me that Lionel might know I was an elf from the Marcus organization! Perhaps he didn't know I was a member of the Marcus organization, but if Liza could detect the elf blood in me, he surely could too.
Clearly, I had underestimated the judgment of this thousand-year-old vampire.
I glanced at him but didn't ask or say anything. I suddenly realized how naive and foolish I had been, constantly enchanted by his stunning looks and tenderness. He said he loved me, and I believed him without a hint of doubt.
Yes, why would a thousand-year-old vampire fall in love with a homeless mortal? It was only because of the elf blood in me that could enhance his powers.
But the fact that he had been following me—what did that mean? Was he hunting me?! And yet, just moments ago, he had kissed me so passionately.
Now, blaming myself was already too late.
Despite the pain in my heart, I remained composed. I still had a mission to complete and couldn't afford to be careless.
I smirked self-mockingly and said to the dazzling Liza, "Liza, since Lionel has introduced me as the baroness, please mind your tone!"
She raised an eyebrow. "I've spent four hundred years honing my skills as the baron's stewardess. I don't need a lowly mortal such as yourself to lecture me!" As she spoke, her seductive eyes turned a sinister crimson, and sharp fangs gleamed white. She viciously displayed her bloodthirsty side.
Lionel emitted a low, menacing growl, and I could feel his anger.
"Lionel, I don't like violence!" I stopped him as he was on the verge of striking. "Since Liza has such high awareness as a stewardess, she should learn to be polite, not act like a rabid she-wolf ready to tear someone apart. Otherwise, no matter how beautiful her exterior, she is nothing more than a demon in disguise. Of course, with a woman's intuition..." I smiled and glanced teasingly at Lionel, "Darling, there must be no shortage of women who have fallen for you, and surely no shortage of vampiresses too!"
"Hahaha... you're only beginning to show interest in me!" His laughter was clear and bright, like sunlight filtering through leaves, seeping into my heart.