The feeling of bloodlust surged up; he liked her too much.
Maybe, it was right that she didn't marry him.
Otherwise, she might not have lived till now.
The more he liked her, the crazier he became. The feeling of longing tore him apart countless times, and he didn't dare to easily seek her out.
"What should I do if I always want to bite through your veins? I also really like your hands and always want to cut them off and take them home."
Alexander Parker lifted Isabella Weaver's hand to his lips and gently kissed it, then immediately felt her instinctive resistance and withdrawal.
"Maybe I should knock out all my teeth. Without teeth, I won't be able to bite you, and you won't be so afraid of me."
Zoe Lewis shrank to one side, trembling with fear as she listened.
So frightening!
Mama, I want to go home!
