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Theo initially just walked down the corridor of his boyfriend's extended family residence to relieve his fatigue because he had been in his room almost all day. Regulating his chaotic thoughts after hearing Erick's unexpected confession made him rethink all the facts he had thought to be true. He was furious. Not to his boyfriend who for ten years kept Mama Indri's secret from him. But he was furious, hating himself at the fact that all this time, he had spent his time hating the wrong people. He, without wanting it, was spending all of his time hating the wrong people who loved him so much until the person chose to sacrifice herself to be hated by him. All of his memories locked away due to his late stepmother's manipulative abilities popped into his head, making her not know how to respond. Now that everything had happened, what could he do but regret everything he had done to his late stepmother? He felt that fate was so cruel. ["Can you be
He walked up to his younger step-sister, who immediately wiped her tears as soon as she realised his presence and turned her face away from him. The gesture he knew was made by his younger step-sister as a way to prevent him from knowing that his younger step-sister had just cried. Ah, even though there is no need for you to hide it from me, Bianca, he mumbled to himself while sighing languidly at his younger stepsister's reaction. Since he knew Bianca when she was still a little baby girl until she grew up to become a woman with a princely personality like now, his younger stepsister always tried her best to look strong in front of others by not showing her true feelings in front of the people around her. Including him, who, just happened to be Bianca's own older step-brother. Although that did not mean he had not noticed the change in Bianca's feelings, that his eyes could not miss every single thing he had noticed from his younger stepsister's feelings. "Are you crying?" "No..."
It took him a long time to wait for his younger stepsister to come to her senses. He refused Erick's offer to drink the glass which filled with blood for several times. Yet his boyfriend was still ignoring his refusal, and unfortunately, Erick continued to do so until he was getting tired of refuse the man's offer.As his boyfriend was doing right now.He snorted in annoyance and pushed away Erick's hand, who was trying to push his luck by forcing him to drink the blood again and again until the glass filled with blood almost fell from Erick's grip. Thankfully, Erick's reflexes were so good, that in the blink of an eye, Erick managed to catch the glass back without any trouble."Erick, can't you see that I am not in a mood to drink it?!" he snorted in annoyance, turning his body to face Erick, who looked down sluggishly when he saw his reaction. "Why do you keep forcing me to drink it--""I am doing all of these things for the reason that I do not want to lose you again, Theo! Could yo
He nodded his head, giving Erick permission to touch him. Erick was stroking both of his cheeks carefully and with such gentle care."It feels like you are getting further and further away from me, Theo. I could not help myself to think that way.""But I am here, right? I am here, in front of you. You can see it by yourself. Is it not enough for you?""Indeed, I know. But what I mean is you being in front of me managed to make me fail to protect you. I am the first boyfriend you ever have in your life, and it should be my responsibility to protect you from any dangers."Yet, be that as it may, it always ends with you solving all your problems alone. I always find you seriously injured, or in critical condition. Or dying, on the verge of death. And whenever I find you in that condition, I could not help myself but feel unworthy. I always failed to be the one who saved you, Theo. It sucks."There was nothing he could say but remain silent, allowing Erick to continue speaking while he too
After a very long argument between those two men, who still insisted on bringing her home in the same way as when the two men fought to be the one to get a chance to carry her and going home (and ended up with Karl winning the little game this time again), she and Karl were walking towards Karl's car, which was apparently parked right in front of the entrance of the theatre building. On the other hand, she took a chance to look at Stephen, who was looking down languidly and was about to make a protest, which the man, unfortunately, failed to do when one of Stephen's men called Stephen to discuss business matters, leaving her alone with Karl, who was still celebrating the small victory with a happy hum. "I am so doubtful about one thing, to be honest," she said after watching Karl's reaction for a long time as they arrived in front of Karl's car. "Hm?” Karl raised an eyebrow in his response to her. “What are you talking about, Karen?" "I thought you were the type to share what you
Stephen's lack of desire to explain to them all the outcome of his conversation with his personal assistant provoked Nora to jump over to Stephen, tugging on Stephen's tie and forcing him to bend over at the woman's height. "Tell me, young pup! Where is my Arabella!?" Stephen let go of Nora's grip in one easy motion, straightened his tie, and glanced at the three of them with deep, serious eyes. "That's the problem. Fabiola said that Arabella was away on a mission for a few days, starting yesterday," Stephen drew closer to them, now with an anxious looking on his face. "But the thing is, Fabiola lost contact with her this afternoon when she wanted to check on Arabella’s condition since her signal suddenly vanished." "Right after I lost touch with my Arabella a few hours later," said Nora, a face increasingly filled with worry that was now becoming more evident on the warlock woman's childish face. "What mission did Arabella take to make her disappear?" "I could not go into the det
Alec looked at the figure of Nicholas, who was sitting with him in the garden behind the Berthold residence with a look in their eyes that they could hardly describe. His eyes followed Nicholas' gaze, finding that he could only see the empty daytime sky over Waterford city. Their lips were dry and chapped from the fact that they kept refusing his offer to even drink water, and kept asking him to take them to this place. Then they would sit in silence all day until the sky turned dark when it was a sign from nature that nightfall was coming. Right now, all he could do was stay still, staring at the figure of Nicholas who still would not move from the park bench even after he managed to bring them to his residence. He had to ignore the reaction of rejection from his entire extended family, who rejected the presence of the Southampton sand dragon clan and thought of him as a crazy person. Especially his grandfather, Pierre Berthold, who was the most opposed to his decision to help Nichol
Nicholas did not flinch an inch after hearing his words just now. Their big cute eyes looked at him with a look of amazement, surprise, and a hint of pleasure that Nicholas desperately suppressed to keep from overflowing to the surface. While his eyes continued to carefully trace the structure of Nicholas's face, making sure that he was observing every detail of the face that so caught his attention at this moment, waiting for Nicholas's answer. His heart, unbeknownst to Nicholas, was filled with guilt that was slowly but surely building up inside him. To be honest, most of what he just said was aimed at himself, not at Nicholas. He only said that sentence to the sand dragon figure, who was now considering his words with a serious facial expression as a way to atone for his guilt due to the actions he did a week ago, when he was still haunted by strange dreams, that he could not understand the origin and the reason why the dream kept coming to haunt him. In his dreams, he became Nich