Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1067: You... Don’t Be Afraid of Me

Ann Vaughn was merely standing in front of him, unintentionally exposing a sliver of her fair neck as she bowed her head, and he was almost unable to resist the urge.

His fangs were poised, eager to pierce that vulnerable snow-white flesh, to taste her sweet and tempting blood.

If possible... he even wanted to leave the unique mark of a vampire on her body.

To announce to the world that she belonged to him.

"Fortunately, this time the wound didn’t tear... Uh?" Ann Vaughn was about to withdraw her hand when Warren Vance firmly grasped her wrist, the strength so great that she couldn’t break free.

Ann Vaughn looked up in panic and unexpectedly met Warren Vance’s eyes. The dark red color was as deep as it could be, as if shrouded in mist, faintly revealing a trace of madness.

He was breathing heavily, his sharp fangs indistinctly visible, leaving no doubt that they could easily pierce the skin.

That seductive face suddenly possessed a kind of allure between charm and danger.

This was the first time Ann Vaughn saw Warren Vance’s fangs after losing her memory. Although she had imagined them before, it was nothing compared to the impact of seeing them in person now.

Her heart trembled three times, instinctively retreating, wanting to get away from Warren Vance at that moment.

Warren Vance sensed her intent, his dark red eyes half-closed, exerting force on her wrist to pull Ann Vaughn forward, one hand gently holding the nape of her neck, the other clasping her waist, preventing her from escaping.

"Don’t move." His voice was hoarse, his sharp fangs brushed against her snowy neck, needing only a gentle bite to suck out the sweet blood that would drive him mad.

"Warren Vance—" Ann Vaughn’s heart tightened, her blood beginning to flow in reverse, "Calm down!!"

It was regret now.

She should have hidden dozens of needles in the cuffs of her pajamas, just in case.

Otherwise, she could have poked that vampire until he became a sieve!

But at this moment, how could Warren Vance hear anything she was saying?

The faint clarity existing in his mind fought a desperate battle with his strong desire for blood, but it was akin to a worm shaking a tree, utterly insufficient to resist.

The greed in Warren Vance’s eyes grew more intense, as the desire was visibly gaining the upper hand—

"You dare bite me and see if I don’t bite you to death first!" Feeling a coolness on her neck, Ann Vaughn nearly jumped up.

Warren Vance’s brow furrowed, a trace of struggle flashing in his dark red eyes, the corners of his eyes were red, but finally, he crushed the desire within, exhaling against Ann Vaughn’s shoulder.

For some reason, he seemed even more weary than before.

Holding Ann Vaughn close, he didn’t let go, his fingers gently stroking the skin of her wrist, indulging in a rare moment of greed.

"Did I scare you?" After a while, Warren Vance asked in a raspy voice.

"...You’re not insane now?" Hearing his tone was as usual, Ann Vaughn immediately breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly freeing and shaking off his hand, standing by the window furthest from him.

To prevent him from going crazy again.

Warren Vance’s lips curved slightly, his smile a bit bitter, "I won’t do anything improper to you anymore. Just now, I couldn’t restrain myself for a moment, you... don’t be afraid of me."

How could she not be afraid?

Ann Vaughn’s heart had almost stopped just now.

"Don’t you try that with me." Ann Vaughn looked somewhat displeased, "You actually wanted to suck my blood earlier? Warren Vance, you’re supposedly a mature vampire, can’t you be a bit more civilized, not behaving like you’ve gone three hundred years without sucking blood, just wanting to bite people immediately?"

Though asking a vampire not to suck blood is impossible, as it’s an inherent predatory ability of The Kindred, couldn’t he exercise a little restraint??

Warren Vance lowered his eyes, silent.

Ann Vaughn had a point.

Indeed, he hadn’t sucked fresh blood for a long period.

Since... the year she was born.

He couldn’t even remember how long it had been since he felt the urge for fresh blood.

Just now was indeed the only exception in years.

"Sorry." Warren Vance rubbed his temple, his expression desolate, "Please stay away from me for now, let me be alone for a bit."

Seeing his sincere apologetic attitude, Ann Vaughn didn’t say anything further, cautiously walked over to the table, and picked up the bag he had brought back earlier.

After rummaging through it, she finally found an unopened new phone beneath a pile of snacks, and immediately felt relieved.

But soon, Ann Vaughn realized she had relaxed too early.

"...You didn’t buy a SIM card?"

Warren Vance responded listlessly, without blinking, "Forgot."

Ann Vaughn was practically suffocating, having a phone without a SIM card, plus no WIFI here; his earlier outing was for nothing, huh?!

Mentally chanting the Heart Clarity Spell ten times, Ann Vaughn calmed down and headed towards the door.

She realized relying on others was less reliable than relying on herself, so she decided to take action herself...

But just as she reached the door, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Ann Vaughn’s steps halted, her gaze becoming instantly wary, retreating to the edge of the sofa.

"Did you contact your people when you stepped out earlier?"

"Yes." Warren Vance nodded, his sharp gaze shooting toward the door, "But it’s not those people outside."

Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped a beat, before she could figure out a solution, the people outside grew impatient and began to pound on the door.

"Did you hear? Open the door!"

"If you don’t open, we’ll resort to forceful measures!"

The banging sounds were like thunder, making Ann Vaughn furrow her fine brows tightly, rapidly contemplating ways to escape.

While looking for the phone, she had already surveyed the layout here, with the front door blocked, they could escape through the back door and the kitchen window.

But there was no guarantee that those people outside hadn’t surrounded the entire house, stepping outside now would be walking into a trap.

At this moment, Warren Vance whispered something in her ear.

Ann Vaughn’s eyes flashed, then she nodded.

The people outside completely lost patience, just about to use tools to break the door when it suddenly opened in front of them.

"Cough, cough cough cough—"

From inside the door came a bout of urgent coughing, as if someone was about to suffocate. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The leader shone a flashlight, only to see a face as pale as could be, long hair falling over the shoulders, half the body still inside, resembling a female ghost.

The search team was taken by surprise, nearly letting out a scream.

"Who are you?" Ann Vaughn’s voice was weak, her swollen eyes staring at them.

"We’re the search team, acting on the Second Prince’s orders for a nationwide search for the crown prince Warren Vance, please cooperate." The leader said steadily.

"Alright, cough cough, cough cough cough!" Ann Vaughn covered her mouth, coughing, her palm unable to hold, blood splattering onto the floor.

Coughing blood!?

The search team was startled, stepping back a few paces, while only the leader remained calm, standing still, waiting for Ann Vaughn to step aside.