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

Evelin deliberately moved her red lips closer to his approaching lips, always maintaining an untouchable distance.

Evelin now is indeed a stunner that any man cannot think about when he sees her.

What's more, Garland had no resistance to her.

It was so in the past and it is so now.

The longing and pain from five years of not seeing each other, including the thorns and contempt she had for him, all turned into desire.

He really wanted to kiss her tempting red lips, press her under him, and watch her gasp for mercy.

"Evelyn..."

Garland's expression became increasingly hazy, and he finally murmured Evelyn's name.

"Unfortunately, I have no interest in you."

Evelin suddenly changed the subject and shook him off coldly.

Garland's pupils suddenly tightened, and his humiliated expression made Evelyn want to applaud.

What she wanted most was to see him suffer.

Garland stared closely at Evelyn's pupils. He wanted to see what was in her eyes.

Any emotion other than coldness and sarcasm.

He wanted to make sure she was lying and that she still cared about him.

But, he was disappointed.

No, nothing.

Evelin’s cold expression clearly told him that she had really given up on him completely.

"Baby, are you done? It's time to go home."

Not far away, Vincent saw that the time was almost right and spoke at the right time.

As he spoke, he glanced at Garland and yawned.

Evelyn gave Garland a boastful smile and walked towards Vincent without looking back.

Garland stopped where he was, staring blankly at the two men's receding backs, not yet recovering from the conversation just now.

He just watched Evelyn snuggle in Vincent's arms, and the shyness and innocence that she had only shown to him before was now given to another person.

She really seemed like a happy girl in love.

All this was so unbelievable in Garland's eyes.

He kept asking himself, is all this true?

Is this the result you want?

Until she could no longer feel Garland's gaze, Evelyn let go of Vincent and slumped in the car.

Her eyes were a little dazed, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.

I don’t know whether to cry or laugh.

"How does it feel, my nemesis."

Vincent frowned and gently pushed the loose hair covering Evelin's forehead behind her ears.

His woman lives in hatred and flirts with other men at the cost of her own body and mind.

No one could understand what he felt in his heart.

He could only keep telling himself in his heart that he and Evelin were just using each other for what they needed.

He wanted power, she wanted revenge, nothing else.

"Vincent, I thought I had gotten over it."

"But until I met him again, my self-righteous contempt and alienation were of no use at all."

"I hate him, I wish he could be cut into pieces, but..."

When Evelin said these words, she didn’t notice that Vincent was trying his best to hide the darkness in his eyes.

"Little princess, I can wait until you can let me into your heart."

Vincent kept deceiving himself, thinking that the sweet words he said were just the same as what he said to all women.

He told himself that he did not love Evelyn.

Evelyn nodded and said nothing more.

After spending so much time together, she seemed to understand something.

However, she really doesn't have any intention to talk about love now...

"Little princess, go home."

Vincent once again reminded himself in his heart that he was just using Evelyn.

After sorting out my messy thoughts, I immediately returned to my previous state.

In the past, Vincent disdained to think about useless things like feelings, and it is still the same now.

Evelin sighed deeply, and when it came to going home, she hadn’t been home for a long time.

How long has it been since she last visited her grandfather?

Maybe it's time to go back to the Lan family, if not for anything else, just for her grandfather who is devoted to her.

Vincent spoke as if he could see through her thoughts.

"Little Princess, how about we go back to Rose Castle tonight and visit Prince Lancaster with me tomorrow?"

"It's time to talk to your grandfather about our marriage."

"Thank you, Vincent."

Evelin was stunned when she heard this, and she felt indescribable warmth in her heart.

Vincent always knew what she was thinking and feeling, and his kindness and affection for her could never be repaid even with her life.

After all, I still owe someone.

"No thanks needed between us."

It's just that each party takes what they need and uses each other... That's all...

Vincent chuckled softly, and the atmosphere in the car suddenly became gloomy again, with both men having their own thoughts.

All the loose threads have already become tangled and cannot be straightened out.

After returning to Rose Castle, Evelyn gradually got rid of the throbbing emotion of disgust she had felt when she saw Garland.

She becomes increasingly troubled by what she saw after drinking Vincent's blood at the engagement party.

She always felt that if she continued to explore, some mystery would be solved.

That girl looked so much like her that she might be her only blood relative.

No matter who that girl is, there seems to be some kind of mysterious force pulling her heart to get to the bottom of it.

"Vincent, can I drink your blood again?"

Evelin spoke awkwardly, and Vincent, who was reading with gold-rimmed glasses, froze and looked up at him.

This strange request didn't seem like something that could come from Evelin's mouth.

“I thought it tasted really good last time…”

Evelin was extremely embarrassed, oh my god what on earth was she talking about!!!

This was so embarrassing that she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

This purpose is too obvious...

"can."

Vincent's pupils behind his lenses flashed, and he spoke in a slightly playful tone.

Evelin naturally noticed his teasing and moved closer despite herself.

Vincent's pleasant rose scent immediately invaded his nose, Evelyn's pupils were stained with blood, and her fangs were unusually white in the moonlight.

The moment the fangs pierced his neck, Vincent's whole body felt numb and an electric current spread throughout his body.

As the blood poured in, some images really appeared in Evelin’s mind.

Sure enough, she was right!

This time, she actually saw everything from Vincent's perspective.

In the hot summer afternoon with cicadas chirping, the light shines through the dense branches and leaves onto the warm grass.

Vincent, who was only nine years old, rested his chin on his hand sleepily and looked out the window at the grass that was blown by the hot wind from time to time.

But it was only for a moment that the floating golden hair caught his sight.

The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, everything is just right.

The blonde girl was wearing a clean white shirt and leaning against the tree trunk holding a thick book.