Heartthrob: The vampire princess doesn't want to be a stand-in

Garland asked instead of answering, the doting look in his eyes seemed to overflow.

Evelin nodded as if she understood, and began a new round of distress. What would the carefully prepared gift look like?

The next day, Evelin got up early and asked everyone around her what would be considered a well-prepared gift.

The answers were varied, saying all sorts of things, but there was no answer that satisfied her.

The book collection is too uncreative, the necklace is too tacky, and the ring should be something a boy gives to a girl.

This made Evelin even more distressed. Giving a gift became more and more difficult.

She wanted to give Garland a most special gift, something that only she could give him.

Finally, grandpa told her that the gifts prepared with care mean different things to different people.

Perhaps the gift that seemed extremely precious to Garland was meaningless to outsiders, so no matter how many people she asked, she would not get the result she wanted.

"Go read a book to calm your mind and ask your own heart." Before Edward finished speaking, Evelyn ran to the library.

She spent a whole week in the bath, reading through all kinds of books from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad. When she read the three words "Flower of Eternal Life", she suddenly remembered the legend she had heard before.

The most beautiful rose in the world is the one that is watered and nourished by the blue blood of purebloods.

However, legends are just legends, and there is no relevant record.

Finally, she decided to use her own blue blood to soak the white roses, dyeing them into a deep blue to make blue rose everlasting flowers.

After the plan was finalized, Evelyn began to busily prepare. She was very particular about selecting roses, and only felt satisfied after purchasing batch after batch from all over the world.

She secretly used her own blue blood to water the white rose, and about a month later, her everlasting flower was born.

Carrying her full heart and love, the roses seemed to be infected and grew surprisingly beautiful.

Evelyn smiled from ear to ear as she held the blue rose in her hands. It did not have the rusty smell of blood, but only a light but refreshing floral fragrance.

She loved nothing more than the feeling of being alone and brilliant without competing or fighting.

Her mind was pure, and even when she was not with Garland, with this rose nourished by her blood, it was as if she was with him everywhere and at all times.

On Garland's birthday, she gave him the everlasting flower with great anticipation. Of course, she did not tell Garland that the flower was dyed with her own blood.

At first, Garland liked it very much and couldn't let it go, but after a few days, Garland discovered something and scolded her angrily.

She still clearly remembered Garland's rage that day, roaring at her as if it could not be extinguished.

“Evelyn, if you dare to take your own blood lightly again, I won’t want you anymore!”

This sentence really scared Evelin. She didn't understand why Garland was so angry. Her tears kept falling and she cried until she was dizzy.

Even though Garland felt sorry for her, he could do nothing about it. He couldn't bear to see Evelin's tears, so he had to put aside his rage and coax her for several days before she was completely calmed down.

Having said that, Garland cherished the flower to a degree far beyond Evelyn's imagination.

She thought Garland was so angry because he didn't like the gift, but unexpectedly it was just the opposite. He liked it very much and treasured it.

She remembered that Garland always carried that flower with him wherever he went. He wore it as decoration on his dress when attending important meetings, and on his cloak that symbolized supreme glory during important coronation ceremonies.

Even the shadow of it was on the sword he carried into the battlefield. He never let anyone touch it, and he would get angry even if someone looked at him for a few more seconds.

'My brother is such a strange man,' she thought.

Now that she thought about it, Evelyn understood that Garland was angry that she didn't take her body seriously.

She was fearless except for the fact that her brother would not want her and abandon her.

As time passed bit by bit, Evelin also faded from the memories, and Evelin's cold voice sounded again in the room that had been silent for a long time.

"My brother doesn't lack anything. As long as it is prepared with care, he likes it."

Hearing Evelin's answer, Ina's surprise was beyond words. She didn't expect Evelin to really answer her.

I don’t know if it was her illusion, but the tone of Evelin’s voice when she said this was no longer pure and without any emotion or temperature, but seemed to carry a little warm nostalgia.

"Anything else?" While she was thinking, that cold voice broke into her ears again. Ina couldn't help but shudder. She was overthinking.

This Evelin was just like his brother. He was not only frugal with words, but also extremely cold and arrogant, always looking superior.

Garland was fine, he was a charm to her, but Evelyn was very unhappy.

“No more. Thank you for your guidance, Your Highness.” Aina glanced at Evelin’s empty wine glass, sneered faintly, and pushed the door open.

“Go.” Evelin ordered them to leave without any hesitation. She closed her eyes tiredly, and the sleepiness swept over her body again. This time she couldn’t think anymore and fell asleep.

Ina, who was pretending to leave, stopped in front of the door. When she looked back again, the gentle smile on her face had disappeared, replaced by endless jealousy and coldness.

She entered the room again and called Evelin twice. Seeing that she did not respond, she kicked Evelin's stomach twice. She relaxed only after she was sure that she was really unconscious.

Aina sat on Evelin's big bed and tapped the communicator next to her ear. She didn't expect it to be so easy to succeed. It turned out that Evelin was just a good-looking waste.

“We’ve got it, act now, don’t leave any traces.” Ina’s slender fingers brushed across the satin quilt and glanced at Evelin with pride.

It won't be long before all of this will belong to her.

Evelyn, who was in a coma, raised her heavy eyelids and moved her soft hands to the gun at her waist.

She knew that this woman had bad intentions, and luckily she was on guard, otherwise she would have really fallen into her hands.

But it didn't work. The drug was still taking effect and she didn't even have the strength to draw her gun.

"You should make the conditions clear with him first. I only want one percent of the profits from the LE plan, provided that you give me Garland intact. The rest you can divide among yourselves. Remember, don't leave any of the Lan family alive."

Just when Evelin was about to give it a try, Aina’s voice rang out again.

Evelin frowned and decided to play along. She seemed to have heard some incredible plan, so why not accompany her?

After Ina finished talking, she stared at Evelin carefully for a while before she was willing to give up. She always felt that Evelin was looking at her just now.

She must be too sensitive and overthinking. What kind of splash can a loser make?

“Bitch, what qualifications do you have to compete with me? When I become a princess, you will suffer.” After saying that, she was still not satisfied, and kicked Evelin a few more times with her high heels before she was willing to leave.

She wanted to take back all the humiliation she had suffered here at Evelin’s place today.