After a bloody battle, Lionel barged into the restaurant with a "Closed" sign, alerting the owner, Margie. "Sir, we're closed!" Lionel was only seeking temporary refuge from his pursuers, but Margie was just ejecting him brutally. This baron had no alternative but to reveal his mesmerizing, menacing red eyes and fangs. Margie was captivated by the vampire's dark, handsome allure but also felt fear and tension. Summoning her courage, she uttered the first insult he had heard in a millennium: "What's so great about those fangs? You're just one vampire, aren't you?" Undoubtedly, this woman intrigued Lionel. But the reasons seemed to go beyond that. What's so special about this woman? Could a lost love be recovered? Will she heed reason, remain ordinary, and avoid the dangers coming one after another, or will she submit to his temptation and savor the sweetness of forbidden love?

Avoiding his gaze, I turned my head sharply to the side, my shoulders hunched defensively. With a cold, clipped tone, I warned, "Next time you peek into someone's mind, you'd better give a heads - up first!" My hands, which had been nervously fidgeting at my sides, now clenched into tight fists, my knuckles whitening under the pressure. In my heart, I viciously repeated three times: Vampire King, peeping pervert! Vampire King, peeping pervert! Vampire King, peeping pervert! Each repetition felt like a searing hiss, burning through the quiet of my inner thoughts.


Chapter 91 - Hidden Feelings