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?

He frowned, narrowing his jewel-like blue eyes as he studied my true intentions, a cold, amused smile playing at his lips. "Universally adored, yet my wife doesn't seem to cherish me much?" His voice carried an edge of mockery, though there was no mistaking the hurt beneath it. Each syllable dripped with sarcasm, designed to wound as much as defend. Lionel's gaze bore into mine, searching for something—anything—that might justify his actions. But I refused to give him that satisfaction. Instead, I leaned forward slightly, meeting his stare with one of my own.


Chapter 233 - The Impostor Prince