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

After all, both of them knew that they were just being used.

Vincent was very happy, but also very powerless.

He knew clearly that Evelyn had never married him because she loved him.

Half of it was based on his life-saving grace, and the other half was the hatred that kept Evelyn alive.

He thought that Evelyn might never fall in love with anyone again.

She hated that man, the man who grew up with her and had experienced countless life and death experiences with her.

The man who once pampered her to the skies and tortured her into this state where she was neither human nor ghost.

Garland, the one who sent her to hell with his own hands.

On the second day, the two held a simple engagement party in the banquet hall of Rose Castle.

There are no famous people or family members, just a few good friends invited.

Just like an afternoon tea party, relaxed and simple.

Evelyn was wearing a white dress and motorcycle boots, and she stood beside Vincent holding a plain white rose in her hand.

The two smiled at each other and signed the marriage certificate according to the engagement tradition of the Si family. The last step was to drink each other's blood from the cup.

The moment Evelin’s wine glass was brought close to her nose, she smelled an inexplicably familiar scent.

After drinking it, a strange yet familiar picture gradually emerged in her mind.

She saw an underage blonde girl standing under a tree, shaking hands with Vincent and looking into his eyes. Her face was exactly the same as hers when she was a child.

But I can feel a completely different personality and temperament.

What is certain is that Vincent was still a child, because one of his eyes was still bandaged.

She had heard that Vincent had had one eye transplanted, so he had heterochromia.

Applause and cheers broke out, and before Evelin could delve deeper, the scene disappeared in an instant.

Evelyn looked at the wine glass in her hand with a little confusion. She was sure that it was Vincent's blood that brought her these memories.

But, is that blonde girl her or who is she?

Why she saw Vincent's memory again.

"what happened?"

Vincent noticed Evelyn's absence and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

Evelin made up an excuse to get away with it, but for some reason, it seemed that after drinking the blood.

Vincent was even gentler to her, even too gentle, and he was completely different from his usual image.

"I'll finish now and take you to rest."

As he spoke, Vincent was about to speak, but Evelin hurriedly stopped him.

"It's okay, I'm in good shape."

"Don't force it. Tell me if you can't hold on."

Vincent nodded suspiciously, and even when he was dragged to play, his eyes were almost always focused on her.

After the party, Evelyn seemed to feel relatively relaxed.

She hadn't socialized for so many years, so Vincent specially organized such a simple private engagement party to take care of her feelings.

After sending Evelin back to her room to rest, it was already late at night.

Vincent stood alone on the balcony. Even in the Rose City where it was spring all year round, it could sometimes be bone-chillingly cold.

At this time, Vincent was only wearing a thin shirt and blowing the cold wind. He thought this would clear his mind.

But whenever she thought of Evelin’s face that looked exactly like hers, she became even more intoxicated.

He couldn't suppress his excitement. When they exchanged cups and blood today, he knew it was her.

That familiar smell of blood is a smell he will never forget no matter how many reincarnations he goes through.

Vincent lit a cigarette and held it between his fingertips, staring at the burning flame motionlessly.

But his thoughts had already flown thousands of miles away, back to the time when he was still living in her light.

The girl in Vincent's memory was as pretty as she was, and she was just like her when she had a little temper, so cute that it could melt one's heart.

He didn't have a single photo of her, but everything about her was clearly engraved in his heart.

Even after hundreds of years, I still remember it as if it happened just yesterday.

She, who was like all the light in Vincent's heart, was running wantonly in Vincent's mind at this moment.

Her smile is as beautiful as a flower and her eyes are as beautiful as a painting.

Bright and flamboyant like a red rose that never fades

Unconsciously, ripples appeared in Vincent's eyes, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips turned into a silent smile.

Suddenly, a roar of suppressed anger shattered all the beautiful fragments like thunder.

"You are his now!?"

"Yes."

As she spoke the words without any ups and downs, Vincent's fingertips were burned by the burnt cigarette butt.

The sudden pain instantly brought Vincent back to his senses, and he put out the cigarette without thinking any more.

He didn't want to think about what happened next, and he didn't dare to think about it.

Whenever these two sentences appeared in his mind, it was like returning to that day.

He watched her walk out of Garland's room with his own eyes. Her neck was still fair and delicate, but covered with deep and shallow kiss marks.

He still remembers clearly that at that moment, his brain was not blank, but suffocated.

The kiss mark stung his eyes as if it was going to blind him, and a needle-like pain pierced his heart.

It was acting recklessly and convulsively on the softest part of the flesh.

The pain made his blood flow backwards and it felt like his limbs and bones no longer belonged to him.

It was completely cold, and filled with despair and grief.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Evelyn's voice suddenly reached his ears, and Vincent turned around hurriedly. The blonde girl suddenly bumped into his misty eyes.

Suddenly, he thought she had come back.

"I couldn't sleep, why did you wake up?"

Vincent was stunned for a long time before he noticed Evelin's previous look. He patted the cigarette ash on his body inconspicuously, walked into the room, closed the French window, and asked Evelin to sit down.

"I was thirsty and wanted to drink a glass of water, but I saw you blowing in the cold wind."

Facing Evelyn's teasing, Vincent laughed in silence.

"You're worried about something."

Evelyn spoke again, she was only wearing a thin nightgown.

Because the window had been open for a long time, the coolness in the room was as cold as outside, and she couldn't help but shrink her neck.

Seeing this, Vincent hurriedly took the blanket and wrapped it tightly around her.

Facing such a Vincent, Evelyn was distracted for only a moment.

She stood outside the door for a moment when Vincent looked back at her.

She clearly saw that his pupils were filled with great pain.

Regret and despair enveloped his whole body, and there was a moment of surprise in his bloodshot eyes when he looked at her.

But it was only for a moment, and then there was the same imperceptible loss as before.

Although he hid it very well, Evelin was very sensitive and could best detect this kind of emotion that was difficult to capture.

It must be said that this was the first time she saw him so vulnerable.

She thought that all the good things about Vincent now came from the girl he mentioned.