I never want my body to be so tightly controlled by him again. I hate that feeling of losing control.
Moreover, if I were to lie with him and wake up as a vampire, it would be too late to regret it. After seeing Judy's terrifying crying face, I swore I would never become a vampire in this lifetime!
He hesitated for a long time, finally rubbing his forehead and raising the white flag. "Alright, I'll go investigate Benson's murder with Kenneth. Do you want dinner? I've already asked Lisa to hire a chef to prepare a meal just for you."
"I already had a delicious feast this morning, and I'm still digesting it! Thank you, Baron, for your thoughtfulness, but I don't like meals prepared by vampires. I'd feel more at ease eating my own snacks!"
Is he trying to seduce me with his charm? For such a cunning and despicable man, if I don't teach him a lesson, I'm not Margie! Hmph!
His deep eyes lowered, and he pursed his lips, a helpless smile with a trace of melancholy crossing his face. "Margie, if you're really so bothered by me being a vampire, you don't have to force yourself to stay by my side."
Is he trying to lure me in by playing hard to get?
This thousand-year-old demon's acting skills are truly masterful.
He did manage to hit my weak spot, not only making me feel guilty but even making me want to take off the silver necklace around my neck and let him bite me to soothe his inner melancholy and pain.
I warned myself not to be swayed by emotion, and besides, I'm staying right here. I won't leave even if it kills me!
Right now, I'm an important member of the Marcus organization, undercover here to punish more vampires like Benson, who are utterly inhumane. It makes my life meaningful—though I'd rather skip the "glorious death" part.
I gave him a cold, piercing look. "Lionel, don't give me that look. You're the one who lured me here. Haven't you heard the saying? Inviting a god is easier than sending one away. Right now, I'm a super-sized god!"
Those blue eyes lifted again, and he raised an eyebrow with a faint smile. "Alright then, enjoy your godly life. I won't disturb you so easily anymore."
Whatever. I'd be thrilled if he never bothered me again for eight lifetimes!
But I was wrong.
An hour after he left, I felt like every second dragged on forever.
After changing into my pajamas, still wearing the delicate silver accessories, I ran a bath, took out some essential oils from the cabinet, and leisurely prepared for a luxurious rose-scented soak.
As I stood in front of the mirror and took off my pajamas, I suddenly remembered his ability to turn invisible. I warily glanced around, wrapped myself back up, and tentatively asked the air, "Lionel, are you here?"
No response.
"Are you here or not? If you dare to spy on me while I'm bathing, I'll make sure you die a horrible death."
After issuing the fierce warning, I waved my hands around, feeling nothing but air. All I saw in the mirror was myself, looking like a paranoid lunatic.
Grumbling, I slipped into the bathtub, still not taking off the necklace. Tomorrow, I should add a waist chain and two ankle chains.
If possible, I'd hire a jewelry designer to create a full set of dazzling silver attire for me.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, the bed curtains and bedding had been replaced with new ones. Elegant Chinese embroidery adorned the bright orange satin, with vivid crimson roses blooming across it. The vibrant colors seemed to carry the warmth of sunlight, yet they were also luxurious and comfortable.
The soft orange-yellow gauze curtains swayed gently, as if pierced by the light of dawn, delicate and ethereal, moving without a breeze.
I seem to recall telling Daisy and Phoebe that I liked orange-yellow. I didn't expect them to be so thoughtful!
Hehe… this is truly a five-star, extraordinary experience. Standing on the soft bed, I bounced excitedly, only to accidentally hit my head on the canopy, nearly knocking myself out.
Groaning, I clutched my head and sat on the edge of the bed, picking up the books I'd bought to flip through.
After finishing all the books, I realized only two hours had passed. Was I reading too fast, or was this night just unbearably long?
Suddenly, I remembered Judy. Since Lionel knows Judy and I are close friends, he'd definitely try to track her down. I quickly sent a message to Bevis, telling him to get Judy out of Paris as soon as possible.
After receiving Bevis's reply, I cleared my inbox and outbox and turned off my phone.
Feeling utterly bored, I realized I was acting like a lonely, neglected wife from ancient times. This was even worse than being in two relationships at once. I deeply despised myself for it.
I grabbed the notebook from the bedside table and started browsing through a bunch of trashy vampire information online.
At 9:00 PM, I went back into the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and warned myself in the mirror, "Margie, be a woman with some backbone. Don't be a lovesick fool!"
So what if he's a vampire who crawled out of a coffin? What's so great about that?!
A baron? Handsome? So what? Big deal!
Plenty of people like me. If he doesn't come back within five hours, I'll just leave first thing tomorrow morning. Staying with a bunch of vampires will only get me killed faster!
I returned to bed, lay down, pulled up the covers, turned off the light, closed my eyes, and reluctantly chanted to myself, "Bevis is handsome, Bevis is handsome, Bevis is handsome…"
When I couldn't sleep as a child, Bevis used to help me fall asleep like this. Over time, it became a habit.
In my drowsy state, an arm encircled my waist, and a low, seductive voice whispered in my ear, "Margie, if you've forgiven me, just say it. If you don't tell me, how am I supposed to know? Holding in your anger will give you wrinkles, and once you're not beautiful anymore, I'll find another woman… So, don't do this again, okay?"
"Mmm… okay!" I mumbled in response, burrowing into his cold embrace, only to be flipped over and pinned beneath him.
A wave of irresistible passion followed as his icy, sweet kisses mapped my body. His cool arms held me, and my entire being felt like it was floating in a refreshing spring, losing control as he stirred my senses.
In an instant, my pajamas were torn away, leaving nothing between us…