After a bloody battle, Lionel barged into the restaurant with a "Closed" sign, alerting the owner, Margie. "Sir, we're closed!" Lionel was only seeking temporary refuge from his pursuers, but Margie was just ejecting him brutally. This baron had no alternative but to reveal his mesmerizing, menacing red eyes and fangs. Margie was captivated by the vampire's dark, handsome allure but also felt fear and tension. Summoning her courage, she uttered the first insult he had heard in a millennium: "What's so great about those fangs? You're just one vampire, aren't you?" Undoubtedly, this woman intrigued Lionel. But the reasons seemed to go beyond that. What's so special about this woman? Could a lost love be recovered? Will she heed reason, remain ordinary, and avoid the dangers coming one after another, or will she submit to his temptation and savor the sweetness of forbidden love?

Barnett had good reason to doubt. His fingers unconsciously traced the intricate engravings on his family signet ring as he contemplated fatherhood's complexities. For any man, children represent life's continuation. Even amidst father-son conflicts, love endures. The weight of centuries of paternal expectations seemed to settle on his broad shoulders as he stood by the arched window overlooking the moonlit gardens. His hand drifted unconsciously to his chest, where an antique pocket watch rested—inside, a childhood portrait of Lionel. The watch's cool metal surface bore the faint scent of polish and old parchment, a comforting reminder of simpler times. During solitary nights, he would open it to gaze at that bright-eyed, smiling boy. The miniature painting captured Lionel's first successful sword maneuver, his tiny face alight with triumph under the training master's approving nod.


Chapter 228 - The Mastermind Behind the Queen's Assassination