Sweet Revenge With My Billionaire Vampire-Chapter 121: A Vampire?!

Inside the bathroom, Enzo leaned heavily against the counter, his hands gripping the edge, and his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. The dizziness was finally fading, but it was taking longer than usual.

His fangs remained extended, the pointed tip gently pressing against his lower lip, while a faint hint of blood still lingered on his tongue. His lips were stained red, and three empty blood bags lay discarded on the counter beside him.

Just then, the doorknob twisted.

His head shot up instantly, his instincts screaming at him to move and hide, but his body, still adjusting, refused to react fast enough. And besides, he didn’t have enough time to pack all that up.

The door creaked open, and Adeline stood there, her fingers gripping the handle, staring at him in stunned silence.

Her wide blue eyes darted from his face to the empty blood bags, then to his bloodstained lips. For a second, she didn’t react. But then, it clicked, and a gasp escaped her lips as she instinctively took a step back.

"Enzo...?" she whispered. "What... what are you doing?"

"Adeline," he called, reaching out. "Wait, I can—" His words were cut off as his body suddenly surged with energy, signaling that his strength had fully returned.

Adeline, meanwhile, kept stepping back, trying to make sense of what she was looking at.

In a blink, Enzo vanished from her line of sight, and before she could react, his strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her against his chest.

His cold breath ghosted against her ear, and his deep voice whispered her name. "Adeline..."

Panic shot through her veins like ice, and her lips parted, a scream building up in her throat, but Enzo’s hand quickly covered her mouth, muffling the sound before it could escape.

She instinctively shook her head, her hands moving to grip his arms, trying to free herself, but he didn’t budge. Just then, something warm and wet landed on her shoulder. A single drop of tear.

Her gaze drifted downward, catching the small stain on her dress before slowly lifting her head to take in the sight of his face.

Streaks of silent tears trailed down Enzo’s face, mixing with the remnants of blood on his lips. For the first time since she had met him, Enzo was actually crying. His grip loosened, his voice breaking as he whispered, "I’m sorry... for keeping this from you."

His hand moved away from her lips, giving her the chance to scream if she wanted to, but she didn’t. Relief flickered in his eyes, and he gently turned her around to face him, his hands resting lightly on her arms. His gaze searched hers desperately for something—perhaps understanding or forgiveness. Just anything.

"I’m so sorry," he said again.

Adeline just stared at him. She wanted to say something, but words failed her. She had no idea where to even begin.

"Please," he urged, cupping her cheek with one palm, "say something."

But as her gaze locked onto his fangs, her body reacted before her mind could. Her hand reached up, gently pushing his away, before stepping back to create some distance between them.

"Adeline, please," he murmured, reaching for her again, but she took another step back, avoiding his touch.

She wanted to be rational and ask him the questions burning in her mind, but she couldn’t even bring herself to utter a word.

Enzo breathed out heavily, his shoulders sagging. He knew that look in her eyes, and it meant she wasn’t ready to listen. "I’m sorry for this, my love..."

Faster than her eyes could register, he closed the distance between them, grabbing her. His fingers brushed against the side of her neck, landing a hit against a specific spot.

Her vision blurred, and her lips parted, releasing a soft, surprised gasp. Her limbs immediately grew weak, succumbing to the overwhelming force of unconsciousness.

She slumped against him and he caught her before she could fall, pulling her close to his chest. He stared down at her peaceful face, his jaw clenching as he began regretting what he had just done, but he had no other choice.

He carried her over to the bed and laid her down, taking his time to tenderly tuck the blanket around her form. He then turned and headed for the door, intending to leave the room. However, he paused, turning back to look at her, his grip on the knob tight as he stood there, contemplating.

"No. I can’t leave like this."

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Enzo exited the foyer and stepped out into the night air, the cool breeze doing little to soothe the storm raging inside him. He was aware that this moment would eventually arrive, but he hadn’t anticipated it unfolding in such an abrupt manner. They were just in the garden a while ago, so how did things suddenly escalate this much?

His steps slowed when he spotted Andrei standing just outside, waiting as usual. He strode towards him, muttering, "Come on. We’re leaving."

As Enzo passed him, Andrei’s ears caught the faintest sniffle. "Is Master crying?"

He quickened his pace to catch up, his head lowered as he asked, "Is everything alright, my liege?"

"I’ll explain later," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

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The next morning, Adeline groaned as she stirred awake, rubbing her neck absentmindedly, trying to shake off the lingering grogginess.

For a moment, everything felt normal, but then, the memories of last night began surging through her mind all at once. She shot up, her eyes wide as she turned her head toward the empty space beside her on the bed.

A part of her hoped to see Enzo but wasn’t there. "Was it all a dream?" She thought

Her hands clenched around the blankets as she tried to convince herself it was nothing but a hallucination, maybe a twisted nightmare. But then her eyes flickered towards the bathroom door.

Stumbling out of bed, she rushed toward the door and shoved it open, her frantic gaze darting around until it landed on the counter.

The blood bags and suitcase were still there, right where she had seen them last night. "It wasn’t a dream."