Sweet Revenge With My Billionaire Vampire-Chapter 64: When Did You Start Wearing Glasses?
Julian flinched under Nolan’s glare, his hands shaking as he stammered, "I-I only closed your wounds, but... The pain won’t just disappear. Your body still needs time to recover."
Nolan’s face contorted in fury, but before he could say anything more, Argilia stepped between them and knocked his hand away from Julian’s chest.
"You should be grateful he even bothered to heal you at all. You brought this on yourself, and I hope you’ve learned your lesson. Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before letting your arrogance put you in this position."
Nolan opened his mouth to argue, but Argilia raised her hand, snapping her fingers in front of his face to silence him.
"You’re not on the same level as Damien, and you never will be. Stop acting like you are, or you’ll end up like this again—if not worse."
With that, she shoved him out of the way, and he stumbled, nearly falling, before regaining his balance. She spun around and strode off, making her way to the exit.
Julian hurried after Argilia, eager to distance himself from Nolan, while Petrov lingered for a moment, shaking his head in disappointment before following the two.
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Adeline stepped out of the steaming bathroom wearing her long robe that clung to her damp skin, the ends brushing just above her knees. A towel was in one hand as she vigorously dried her wet blonde hair, water droplets trailing down her neck.
As she walked toward the closet, her foot suddenly caught on something hard, throwing her off balance. She yelped, her towel flying out of her hand as she fell to her knees. Her wet hair fell messily over her face, and she groaned, angrily brushing it back before turning to see what had tripped her. It was one of Enzo’s suitcases.
"What the hell—" she muttered angrily before stomping on the suitcase in frustration. Standing up, she snatched her towel off the floor and marched over to where Enzo was.
He sat by the window with a pen in hand and glasses perched on his nose, signing some papers. This man looked perfect, and the small breeze that came through the open window, ruffling his untied hair, was the cherry on top.
Adeline planted herself in front of him, pointing toward the suitcase. "Enzo! Get your damn stuff out of the way! I just fell because of it!"
Enzo didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he calmly pushed his glasses down slightly, peering over them in the direction she was pointing before looking back at her. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
"If you had watched where you were going, you wouldn’t have tripped on it."
Adeline’s eyes widened for a moment, baffled, before her face wrinkled into a frown. "If you had put it where it’s supposed to be in the first place, I wouldn’t have to watch where I’m going like I’m in some fucking jungle!"
Enzo sighed, setting the pen and papers aside. He leaned back on the couch, his gaze locking on her as if he were about to lecture her. "Adeline. I am an exceptionally neat man. I take great care in keeping my things organized. That suitcase is always under this very couch." He gestured to the furniture he was seated on.
"I didn’t put it there. You did. This morning, at exactly 8:42 a.m., while you were tearing apart the room looking for a pair of your shoes. You dragged it from here to there while mumbling, ’Fucking dammit, where are they? Those are limited editions. How could I be so careless?’"
She blinked, her frown faltering. "Eight-forty-two? That’s... oddly specific."
She didn’t remember moving the suitcase, but she did remember frantically searching for her shoes earlier while packing her things, and that sounded a lot like what she would say.
She could recall tossing pillows and random objects around, so the likelihood that she’d moved the suitcase in her frenzy was high.
Her frown returned as she realized he might be right, but there was no damn way she was going to admit it. Not to him of all people, Enzo. She scoffed and turned her gaze away, muttering under her breath. "What’s with the stupid glasses anyway? I didn’t even know you wore glasses."
Enzo chuckled, taking the glasses off and twirling them between his fingers. "Oh, these?" he said, raising it up a bit for her to see. "I don’t actually need them. I just think reading with glasses adds a certain... sophistication."
He slipped them back on, looking at her over the rim. "They’re just regular glasses, though. Not medicated, so feel free to try them on whenever you want."
"I wouldn’t touch them, even with a ten-foot pole," she muttered before turning on her heel and heading toward the walk-in closet.
"By the way," Enzo called after her, patting the small backpack resting beside him, "I’m done packing. Once you’re ready, we’re good to go."
She paused at the closet door and turned to look at him. Her eyes drifted down to the backpack, her brow arching in disbelief. "That’s it?" she asked, pointing at the bag.
Enzo cocked an eyebrow at her reaction. "It should be enough. We’re not going on a vacation, Adeline. We’re checking out that bar in Libu City Miranda told us about. Surely you didn’t pack too much."
Adeline shrugged nonchalantly and gestured toward the left side of the room. "I don’t know. You tell me."
Following her gesture, Enzo’s eyes landed on the massive rolling suitcase propped up next to the bed. His shoulders slumped, and he let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Oh dear.... What’s in there? Your entire wardrobe?"
Adeline burst into laughter, waving a hand at him. "Oh, please. That wouldn’t even fit half of my skirts!"
He shook his head as she pulled the closet door open and slipped inside, the door slamming shut behind her.
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Andrei stepped out of the elevator first, carrying the backpack Enzo had packed with one hand. In his other hand, he dragged Adeline’s rolling suitcase, which squeaked noisily over the tiles.
The suitcase seemed to groan under the weight of whatever she had packed into it. Behind him, Enzo and Adeline followed, walking side by side down the wide hallway of the mansion, headed for the foyer.
