C33 (1/2)

Rebecca decisively switched off her phone and patted the soft goose feather pillow. She could not understand how she had felt so irritable and tasteless just a few minutes ago.

Closing her beautiful green eyes, Rebecca thought that she could now sleep in peace.

Sophie's deal was set up, the hostage White Dew was released, and the scope of activity expanded temporarily.

Bai Lu looked at the blue sky and roared in her heart. Finally, she was free!

Bailu successfully moved from the secret room to Klaus' residence. It was said that it was their hometown … However, this was not the usual proper home for pregnant women, a cold estate for vampires, surrounded by a vast and boundless plantation.

That Klaus was usually busy, according to his dear brother, or perhaps he was just hungry and out looking for food. She really wanted to ask her kind brother Elijah, was Klaus busy sucking blood all day?

Beru didn't mind Klaus's personal behavior. To be honest, he wasn't a man who gave people hope, even though the smell he exuded was dangerous and tempting.

Klaus, the great half-blooded tyrant. She had heard many rumors about him over the past month, but none of them were positive. On the contrary, Elijah's aura was very bright and clean.

Noble, good, honest, gentle, Elijah.

All these nouns were alien to his vampire identity.

Klaus? The opposite is all.

Beru couldn't help but suspect that the gentle visitor of the night, the one who had always supported her, came from Elijah, the good brother of all the people.

At Michaelson Hall, Elijah said it was her home.

Bai Lu didn't know how to describe this home. It was ancient, sophisticated, clean, vast, and … Strange.

The manor was located in a large orchard with lush branches. There were plants and fruits everywhere that she had never seen before. It was very thick and scary, but there didn't seem to be any trace of the season between the leaves. They lived and died.

Time also stopped here.

All the furniture in the room was wrapped in snow-white gauze. Occasionally, there would be a little bit of light coming from outside, causing the whole room to turn pale and cold.

She suddenly felt that in a witch's secret chamber, she might prefer it to be appropriate.

Elijah and the others didn't seem to realize that she was in such a state of discomfort. Bai Lu's temples twitched helplessly. She had forgotten that they were these immortal zombie creatures.

White Dew tied up her sleeves and tried to clean them up. At least, she had to look at the occupants before she tore off a white cloth.

”Cough! Cough! Cough!” Bai Lu quickly dodged, ”Heavens, what is this?” The weathered wood shavings, the scattered dust, and the bone-piercing chill; in the end, how long had it been since someone had last lived here?

Elijah replied calmly, ”I'm sorry, it's been over a hundred years.”