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?

Kenneth stepped forward but hesitated, fists clenched. His dark green eyes, locked onto mine, burned with pain, care, helplessness, anger—emotions too tangled to name. Each emotion etched into his expression was a testament to the bond we shared, forged through countless trials and tribulations. It wasn't just about duty or obligation; it was deeper than that—a connection rooted in survival and mutual understanding. This complexity left me both moved and unsettled. After surviving life and death together multiple times, how could I not understand him? Yet, in this moment, I felt an overwhelming pressure to justify my actions—not just to Kenneth, but to myself.


Chapter 232 - His Majesty’s Jealousy