Ch. 36..40: Fatal Kiss Of The Vampire Chapter 36-40

Chapter 36: Sign With Left Hand

Assuming that he was thinking negative thoughts about her lack of ladylike manners, she stuffed her mouth with rice, then straightened her back, and ate more slowly.

She began to take a smaller amount of food, pass it into her mouth with slow decorum, and even chewed it consciously.

But it was so hard to pretend to be a lady. She had been trying for three minutes before she began to eat at her faster pace, usual way again. What the hell, she didn’t like him; why should she try to please him?

She was what she was…

After a while, both their eyes fell on the last sweet-and-sour rib. She looked at him and lifted her eyebrow. The meaning was clear: the last rib was hers.

Being the gentleman, Ethan made a pleasant gesture, then he cupped his chiseled chin in his hand, enjoying her bulging cheeks with his dark eyes.

Half a minute later, he spoke: “Lucy.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Halve the meals for tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir,” Lucy responded.

Kylie hadn’t expected Lord Ethan to be so closefisted. Sure, she ate a little more than him… Was it really necessary to do it like this?

Lucy turned and saw some rice on the side of Madam’s mouth. She gently pointed to remind her, then turned back to the kitchen.

Kylie was confused when Lucy pointed at her in this way. She looked down at herself, but nothing seemed wrong.

“Why halve meals?” Kylie looked at the noble and gentleman. “Do you think I’m fat?”

Ethan glanced at her, then picked up his fork and ate in silence.

“Am I fat?” She reluctantly put down her fork, stood up, and turned around. “This is a perfect shape, you know.”

Kylie thought that maybe he had been defeated by someone, so he was taking it out on her, either by scorning her unladylike manners, or indicating that she ate too much.

What had he said when he’d begged her to be his girlfriend? “As long as you want, as long as I have…” It was man’s nature: before being married, he’d been a loyal dog, and now he was a greedy wolf.

He looked at this little woman as she pinched her waist. Ethan looked down and put a piece of broccoli in his mouth. He thought she was really cute to be so angry.

Seeing that he was indifferent to her opinions, she leaned forward.

Bang!

She slammed her arms down onto the table. “You can’t ask me to lose weight, because all you eat are vegetables!”

He looked her up and down. He agreed, but… “As a Confucius saying goes: We do not speak at the time of feeding or sleeping,” he said. Then he agreed that there was no need for her to lose weight.

She misunderstood him, and spoke with seriousness: “I’ll tell you a secret. I eat potato chips every day; I can’t ever seem to gain a pound.”

Lucy came out with the last dish and looked around uneasily. She had overheard and couldn’t help looking over Kylie several more times.

To her relief, Madam was not fat, but very thin. And she had a charming figure; she would certainly give birth to a boy.

She had planned to place the pan-fried salmon in front of Kylie, but, since Ethan had asked her to lose weight, it was placed in front of him.

Looking at the salmon, Kylie couldn’t stop her mouth from watering. That was her favorite.

“Huh…” Her eyes focused on the salmon. “If you let me eat it, I’d like to exercise with you at night…”

Ethan coughed. The elegant man almost choked on his food.

Lucy got the point.

“Besides, starving isn’t a healthy way to lose weight.” Kylie stretched out her fork as she was speaking. “I’d like to exercise with you for half an hour after dinner. If you’re unsatisfied with that: a full hour.”

Lucy’s face turned red, and she quickly left the room.

As soon as her fork touched the salmon, another fork pressed down on it. “Question me,” Ethan said.

Kylie stared at him, blankly. “How long do you want to?”

“It might be quicker the first time, but that should be fine.”

Kylie’s neck began to burn, and her face turned bright red. What had she said that had made him expect sexual exercise?

“You…” Her hands trembled. She was visibly upset; she wished she could stab the cold man with her fork.

“Sir.” Elliot slowly entered the room with a document in his hand. He walked to the table and bowed to them. “Excuse me, there’s a document for you to review.”

For Elliot’s sake, Kylie decided to drop the subject for now. She took her fork back and leaned back in her chair with a huff.

Eyes down, Ethan opened the document. His brow furrowed slightly, and then his face lost all expression.

Kylie was still angry. But when she saw his eyes focus on the document, the fire in her heart gradually disappeared.

There was something about him that attracted her. A hard-working man was always the most attractive.

His long fingers turned over a page. His eyes moved back and forth as his neck turned. His narrow, long eyes told of indescribable wisdom.

For a long time, he remained silent. Elliot handed over a pen.

Kylie craned her neck to see what he was looking at. The black ink fell to the paper, in an almost arrogant manner.

While he was writing, Kylie suddenly felt as though someone had punched her in the chest.

Ethan signed his name, then said a few words to Elliot before handing the document back to him. When he turned around, he saw that Kylie was in shock.

Because he didn’t want her to be sulky, he explained, with a touch of melancholy in his voice: “Halving the meal doesn’t mean that I want you to lose weight.”

She stared at him. “So?”

“You’ll soon be joining the Baleney crew, so I’ll be eating alone. Therefore, I’m having a meal.”

Kylie was obviously still in shock. She slowly shook her head, then looked up at Ethan. “Does your family have a history of genetic tendencies?”

“Huh?” It was Ethan’s turn to be stunned.

“You…” Kylie pointed at his hand. “You also sign with your left hand?”

“Also?” His complexion became gloomy and glanced at her questioningly. “Who else?”

“Aiden! He’s right-handed like you, but he also signs with his left hand.”

Chapter 37: Good Observation

“Good observation.” Ethan’s low voice suddenly became cold.

Although there was no superfluous expression on his face, Kylie could see right through him; he was unpleasant.

What had she said to turn him against her?

The man continued to eat without making eye contact with Kylie. He could enjoy his dish, but now, Kylie couldn’t.

Absent-minded, the fork dangled from her mouth, as her mind went back in time, to ten years before.

***

When Kylie’s mother passed away, and her stepmother, Alice Davis, entered the house, Kylie didn’t merely lose maternal love, but paternal love as well.

Laurence didn’t treat her well, no matter how hard she worked in the school. He only seemed to care about Khloe, who, in his eyes, was sensible and clever.

Once, Kylie intentionally tore up her homework, so that her teacher would order her to bring her parents to school, for a serious talk.

She wasn’t frightened, as any other child would have been, but very happy. Laurence would be forced to go to school and act like her father.

But this was only a way to get attention. Not only did she get that, but she also got a terrible beating. Even so, Kylie was happy.

After that, she started to do even crazier things. Even though she couldn’t avoid abuse and insult, at least Laurence would show up.

She no longer had to live at home without any attention. Instead, she became an influential member of the family-though not exactly welcomed.

Once, on her way home from school, she was laughed at by several boys. They accused her of killing her own mother, and they said that Laurence didn’t care about her, because she wasn’t his real daughter.

Kylie was pissed off, then fought with the boys. They were one against three, so she couldn’t possibly win. Still, the boys were beaten up pretty badly.

With blood and mud on her school uniform, she rushed home to question Laurence. But Laurence didn’t comfort her but said that it was a shame he couldn’t erase her from his life.

Kylie ran out into the heavy rain.

She hid under a truck, to keep out of the rain. Relentless winds forced her to curl up to keep warm. After a long time, she saw a pair of men’s legs appear in the curtain of rain.

Thinking it was the driver, she scrambled to get out from under the truck, in order to avoid getting caught in the wheel.

As soon as she raised her head, she found that the rain had stopped. She looked up at a boy holding an umbrella. He hunched down in front of her and reached out his hands.

That day, she heard the sweetest words ever. “Let me protect you,” he said.

Kylie gave her hand to the stranger.

He carried her on his back while she held the umbrella. They walked towards the demolition site.

Because of her swollen eye, she couldn’t quite see the boy, but she knew that he wiped away the blood and mud from her face.

She ate the shapeless bread that he offered and drank rainwater from the eaves. He sat there, head down, and did her homework with seriousness.

Kylie remembered that he wrote with his left hand. His writing was neat and in cursive. The paper was still stored away in her piggy bank.

All night, the two strangers hugged to keep warm. There were no other intimate actions. But she fell in love with him.

Unfortunately, the boy left at daybreak.

***

Pa!

The sound of a fork hitting the table interrupted her thoughts.

His eyes were colder than before. He stared at her as if she had committed a sin.

“What’s the matter?” Kylie blinked, to push back the moisture in her eyes. Then she looked down and took a bite of her food.

Ethan also looked down. She had become absent-minded as soon as Aiden had come up!

Ethan had heard from the housekeeper that Kylie had met Aiden at the gate. He had thought that Kylie would never forgive Aiden for what had happened at Baleney.

Yet, unexpectedly, she had gotten into his car. Could she forgive Aiden for anything?

Ethan looked at her unkindly, which made Kylie feel uncomfortable. “Are you choking?” she asked, standing up to get him a drink of water.

“You’re thinking of Aiden,” the man answered.

She stiffened and scratched her head, to have something to do. “I was just thinking… That’s all.”

The man stood up fiercely. The cold eyes could almost turn her to stone. Just when Kylie thought he was going to do something violent, he suddenly turned around and went upstairs.

“Oh…” Kylie wanted to say something, but nothing would come out. She looked at the dishes on the table. Did Lucy put gunpowder in the dishes? How could he blow up so quickly?

She had wanted to eat the pan-fried salmon, but her appetite was gone. Instead, she took her plate to the kitchen. Lucy was flattered and took it from her.

“Just leave it, ma’am, let me do it.”

But Kylie stood to the side and helped Lucy dry the dishes. “Lucy, is Lord Ethan always so weird?”

“No.” Lucy thought for a while, then added: “He’s always been cold. He has become warmer since you arrived.”

Kylie wondered if Lucy was really his servant and not a lobbyist.

Kylie changed the subject. “You’ve been working here for a long time, right? Was he this cold before he joined the army?”

Lucy turned off the tap, looked at her, and said: “Ma’am, I’m just a servant.” By implication, she couldn’t talk so casually about her boss’s affairs.

Ah, a strict family, Kylie thought. Even the servants kept secrets.

Knowing that Kylie wanted to know more about Ethan, Lucy said, while peeling an orange: “Ma’am, he doesn’t speak much. But it is very nice. He is kind to us servants. He is a good man.”

Kylie nodded and put the peeled orange into her mouth.

“Lover’s quarrels are soon mended,” Lucy said, pushing a plate of fruit towards Kylie. “One silent, and one active.”

Although some things about Ethan’s past couldn’t be discussed with Kylie, Lucy sincerely hoped that he would be happy. And maybe Kylie was the one for the job.

Chapter 38: Some Fruits For You

Eventually, Kylie was driven from the kitchen.

She stood in the living room for a while before gaining the courage to go upstairs. She knocked on the door to his study.

“Come in,” spoke the man in a low voice.

She pushed the door open and poked her head around the corner. “Hi…”

Ethan sat in a big boss chair, with his white shirt sleeves still rolled up to his elbows. His fingers toyed with a valuable pen. Upon seeing her, he paused, then continued to play with the pen.

Kylie came in with a smile and lay the plate of fruit down in front of him.

“Some fruit for you. They’re good for digestion.” It was often said that a man could never refuse a smiling woman. So she smiled.

But he didn’t seem to buy it. He said, with a gloomy face: “Eating fruit immediately after a meal is harmful to the digestive system.”

The smile on her face stiffened. “Maybe I can leave it here so that you can eat it later.”

But his strict voice continued: “Are you sure you want to leave it on the $60 million contracts?”

Kylie wanted to smash the plate and leave.

She thought: Who the hell do you think you are? I’m not your servant.

But she also thought that it would be hard for her to live in this house if he was always wearing a gloomy expression, so she changed her mind about smashing the plate.

With a fake smile, she stretched out her hands to push aside the contract. But he was faster than her and put it in his briefcase with a sudden snap.

Bah, who cares about his secret?

With the plate in her hand, she sat down on his desk. “Working after dinner is also bad for the stomach. How about I tell you a joke, to relax you?”

He leaned back in his chair and looked at her with the beginnings of amusement.

Since he didn’t say no, Kylie tentatively asked: “I can go ahead?!”

He nodded, and she made herself more comfortable on his desk.

“There’s a man calling a girl. The man says: darling, I dreamed about you last night. When I woke up, my pants were wet. The girl responds shyly: oh, you’re so bad, what did you dream of?”

Kylie sneaked a look at Ethan. He didn’t say anything, and his face was still cold.

She wondered that maybe he didn’t get the point. “Can you guess what he said?”

Ethan’s head hurt. How could she simply say a dirty joke, like it was nothing? Although nothing obscene had happened, he already felt a burning in his lower abdomen.

He crossed his long legs to cover his physiological reaction.

Since he didn’t respond, Kylie tossed another piece of fruit into her mouth and swallowed. Then she said: “The man responds: “I dreamed that you removed your makeup, which scared me to the point of pissing my pants! Haha…”

Kylie laughed out loud, and the fruit on the plate almost slid off. As she tried to stop laughing, she discovered that the man had not reacted at all.

Did he not find it funny?

The man struggled for a moment to control the fire, wishing all the while that he could push her down on the table.

He swore that if he had to listen to any more of her dirty jokes, he would probably lose control. As he stood up and left the room, Kylie followed him.

“Not funny? That’s right, and it’s a bad joke. I’ll tell you one more.” She followed the tall man. She couldn’t see his thin lips, which were trying to smile.

“A couple went to the top of a mountain to catch the sunrise. The girl pointed to the sky and said: I see it. The boy shouted back, and said: Yes, me too. Suddenly, another couple came out from some tall grass, and said: so what, what’s the big deal?”

Kylie finished in one breath as he opened the bedroom door. He suddenly stopped, and she almost ran into him. Anyway, that was a form of response, finally.

“How about that one? It’s funny, huh?” Kylie pushed herself in front of him.

A sudden chill came over his body. The face, which had a faint smile, was suddenly covered with a thick layer of ice.

Kylie looked up at him. His dark, deep eyes sharply widened as if he saw something extremely terrible. It wasn’t a ghost story. Why was he overreacting like that?

It’s often said that a woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But for Kylie, she was becoming more and more confused about the state of that man’s mind.

“If… Ah!” The man suddenly slammed his arm into her and pushed her against the wall.

As the shocked woman turned to look at him, she saw that Ethan was heading straight for the window. He grabbed the curtains.

With almost brute force, he shut the curtains that Kylie opened earlier that day. She had forgotten to close them. She wondered: what’s the big deal?

Plus, Prakrit Mansion was in the best position. It was far away from any of the other mansions, both in front and from the back. No one could look into the privacy of their home.

Was he really that nervous?

“Sorry, I forgot to shut them, but…”

“Who gives you the right?!” the man bellowed. His eyes seemed made up of ice. Kylie had never seen Ethan so furious.

Even though he was rumored to be violent and cruel, the Ethan she had known was simply cold, with a vicious tongue, and sometimes overbearing.

He was mad at her for not drawing the curtains. She simply couldn’t accept this.

“I am the hostess of this house. Do I not even have the basic right to open curtains?” she answered back, with a cold face.

The man stared at her and made his hand into a fist.

Kylie rubbed her bruised shoulders and glared at him. “What are you so crazy about today? Everything is so wrong, in your opinion. If you’re fed up with me, just say it. I can leave right away.”

As she turned around, he grabbed her by the neck.

Before she could react, she was thrown onto the bed. The man quickly leaned forward. His eyes were burning, and his forehead was beady with sweat.

Chapter 39: What Was He Scared Of?

He was like a beast who had escaped from hell, ferocious, and terrifying. His claws could easily tear his prey into pieces.

Instead, he was merely playing with his prey; everything was under control.

“Don’t toe the line.” His voice was low and soft, but every word was like a sharp knife piercing her heart. “You can’t afford it,” he continued.

It was a warning, but also a threat. But mainly, she heard fear.

What was he scared of?

When Kylie recovered from her shock, he was gone. She sat up and looked at the scattered fruit on the ground. Suddenly, her nose twitched, and she felt sad.

She was not the Kylie she used to be.

She had been a girl with a stubborn temper, who could not be persuaded by reason or cowed by force. She had had her own opinions and principles.

However, since she had met Ethan, all her principles were gone. And, as always, she hated to feel threatened, but she continued to be threatened by him, again and again, without rebellion.

Her chest was filled with an indescribable feeling.

***

In the gym on the second floor, the man ran for an hour on the treadmill.

His black vest was drenched with sweat. And more sweat ran down his cold face.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him, and this upset him more.

When it came to Kylie, he felt defenseless and weak. He was just like a hedgehog: the only way to avoid injury to his partner was to pluck out his thorns. But could she really accept him like that?

And even if she could accept it, once a hedgehog lost his thorns, how could he protect his partner when she was in danger?

Boom!

His fist came down on the treadmill’s dashboard. The machine made a loud noise and suddenly stopped working.

At the same time, his phone began to ring.

Ethan glanced at the phone, walked off the treadmill, and took his time to wipe away the sweat before answering it.

It was Nate. “Brother, here come some fresh girls. Come have a taste…”

Damn…

Ethan immediately hung up the phone. A few minutes later, the phone rang again, and the voice on the other end spoke: “You should get that hanging-up problem sorted out…”

“Just speak,” Ethan responded.

“I’ve ordered all the things that you wanted me to do,” Nate said happily.

“Well done.”

Sensing that Ethan was about to hang up again, Nate quickly added: “You sure you won’t come with us?”

The man remained silent for a while, then said: “Ok, but somewhere else.”

An hour later, Nate was lying on the floor and couldn’t move at all.

“Lord Ethan, please, I just can’t. How about we let Tong play with you?”

This man must be crazy, Nate thought. He had wanted to change the location of their hangout, but Nate hadn’t imagined Ethan would want to go to the boxing hall.

Nate saw three other boxers get beaten up by Ethan, and assumed he must be tired by now. With that in mind, he agreed to spar with Ethan, not knowing that this man could remain so energized.

Seeing this, Tong wouldn’t dare approach Ethan in the ring. He handed Ethan a bottle of water. “Lord Ethan, I think that maybe Nate needs a rest.”

Nate kicked at Tong. What the hell?! How could he make him out to be weak?

“If you can kick, then you can box. Stand up!” Ethan looked down on him, then poured his water all over Nate.

“What the…?!” Nate jumped up. “Lord Ethan, please don’t do that. Now I’m all wet! How can I fight in such a wetsuit?”

Ethan looked at him, dully. He gripped the bottle in his hands. The whole previous episode with Kylie filled his mind.

It was almost impossible to drive the memory away, no matter how much he exercised.

He dropped the bottle on the floor, and turned away in resignation; he was ready to get changed. Seeing that he was done, Nate stood up, with some help from Tong.

“Lord Ethan, I don’t want to offend you, but you should use all this endless energy on your wife, not me.”

Ethan stopped in his tracks and stared back.

Seeing the look in his eyes, Nate kept his distance, and said: “When a woman doesn’t obey what you say, just give her a slap, in bed.”

***

Then, my friends went somewhere for fun.

“Now it’s my turn to choose what we do!” Nate had a woman on his arm. He smiled and said: “Lord Ethan, you’ve been controlling yourself for twenty years. That’s just not good for your body. How about we have some fun tonight?”

In the dark room, Ethan remained seated on the sofa. The handsome man just glared like a sexy wild animal.

“You think I would ever do what you do?” he said to Nate. His arms were spread out on the sofa, and his tone was chilly.

Jesus, I’m being looked down on again, thought Nate. He simply stared at Ethan, then decided to ignore what he’d said since he was in a good mood.

He signaled to the girl who had just stepped into the room. The girl reacted by walking directly to Ethan. “Sir, I’m here to serve you,” she said.

Ethan’s eyes turned dark. But the woman lay down near him, and spoke in a tender voice: “Have a drink.”

He turned towards her and said: “Get out.” He spoke this small phrase with such force.

The woman was scared, and her face turned white. She looked back at Nate for help. But Nate didn’t say anything; he simply indicated to the girl to stand aside. She followed his instructions.

Men usually like women who do not belong to their best. Women are like wine; it’s not so much the price that matters, but the opportunity for variety. A man wishes to taste every brand. But this man was not like those other men.

With a single look or a single word, he had the power to scare people away.

Nate left the woman who was lying in his arms and made his way to Ethan, asking: “Who has made you so unhappy?” He had wanted to ask that question all night.

But Ethan simply sat there in silence.

Chapter 40: I Don’t Need The Money

It’s not that he was against sharing, just that Nate wasn’t a serious enough person to understand his troubles. After all, he was just a playboy.

But Nate, who wasn’t disturbed by much, advised his friend: “I suggest you go see a doctor, to see if you’re experiencing the beginnings of menopause.”

At that moment, the silent Ethan looked around and asked: “Where is Cyril?”

“He’s continuing his studies in America. Getting a lot of certificates that might be useless.” Nate continued: “Every time I would try to introduce some girls to him, he’d refuse, and say he already had a companion.”

The moment he finished his sentence, Ethan suddenly stood up. “Enjoy yourself, and I’m gonna leave.”

“Leave for where?” Nate asked.

Ethan didn’t answer and walked out the door.

He sat in his Knight XV, smoking in the dark night.

Upon finishing his cigarette, he looked at his phone, uncertain whether he should dial the number. Finally, he did.

After a while, a woman’s voice answered: “Hi Lord Ethan, you finally appear.”

Ethan was not normal, like the others, and all his friends knew this about him. They couldn’t contact him unless he called first.

He spoke: “Why are you there?”

The woman, on the other end, sounded unhappy. “I finished my job. Why can’t I relax and enjoy myself? And you? Why did you call this number?”

“I’m looking for Cyril.”

“Why Cyril at such a time? Is it true that you don’t like women, as they say?”

Ethan responded in a cold voice: “I don’t want to hear another word. If you do, I’ll go to America tomorrow, and you know, that in America…”

“Ok, ok, I’ll give the phone to him.”

Jan was afraid of him because she knew that Cyril would do anything for Ethan. There was a rumor that he had even made dinner for Ethan, for thirty days straight, and that each meal had been different.

So, upon hearing Ethan’s voice, she was worried that Ethan would tease Cyril. They had moved to America, far away from home, and Ethan was especially unhappy about that.

Reluctantly, she knocked at Cyril’s door. “There’s a call from Lord Ethan.”

A tall man with a book in his hands opened the door. He removed his glasses and said, doubtfully: “BroEthan?”

Bro Ethan? Who the hell was Bro Ethan? Jan felt sick when she heard that.

Cyril took the phone from her and spoke in a tender voice: “Hello?”

“You’ve been studying psychology, so I need your help.” Ethan was always direct when he needed help.

Hearing his friend’s serious tone, Cyril responded with seriousness. He shut the door, ignoring the girl who stood outside.

Ethan explained: “My friend Elliot recently met a girl. But you know, he’s stubborn and sets his own rules. That girl keeps breaking the rules, again and again, so Elliot doesn’t think there’s a way to be with her.”

After a moment, he added: “Elliot is too shy to ask, so I’m asking for him.”

Cyril responded, with surety: “It’s simple. Elliot has fallen in love with the girl.”

“No way. He does think that the girl is nice, but there’s no way he could be in love with her!” Ethan replied.

“Denial doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love her.” Cyril continued: “A man is often not willing to admit that his emotions can change because of a woman. He doesn’t want to admit that she is different from the others. He doesn’t want to lose face.”

Ethan listened.

Cyril continued: “He doesn’t want to admit that he loves the girl. Perhaps he’s afraid that she doesn’t love him in return. It’s from a sense of inferiority.”

After a long while, Ethan answered him: “How could he have a sense of inferiority?”

It was the first time that Ethan had been so deeply and accurately analyzed.

Registering the silence on the other end, Cyril knew that something was going on. He asked, carefully: “Is that your question, or Elliot’s?”

But Ethan had hung up.

Cyril couldn’t help but sigh, even though he knew Ethan well enough to have expected that.

Jan took the phone from his hand and edged through the door. She asked: “What’s up?”

“Nothing, just a few questions about relationships,” he answered.

What? Jan began to worry. “You can’t be with him, out of impulsiveness! You won’t be happy!”

She must change his mind. She can’t stand the idea that he’s gay.

“You are too much!” Cyril said.

“Am I? You’re the one who makes bad decisions. You are your parents’ single son. You need to take over the business. You can’t do this!”

Cyril’s face darkened. “Jan, I regard you as a child, so I’ll forgive what you said…”

“Child? I am not a child!” Jan removed her shirt. “Look at me! I don’t believe that you prefer men to women.

***

Back at the mansion, Kylie was lying on the bed in her new pajamas. She had just taken a shower and was now reading her script.

Was it only because she hadn’t closed the curtains that he’d been so mad? Seriously?

She went downstairs, pretending that she simply wanted a drink of water. And so that she could make sure that Ethan was out.

Kylie felt as though she had been treated unjustly. How could he just leave and hide?

But he didn’t want to see her, and she didn’t want to see him. She was ready to leave for Baleney for the film shoot, and then she’d be gone for a week. It was the right time to let him know about the mistakes he had made.

She bought her train ticket online and sent a message to Star. Since she was part of the cast, there was no need for her to spend money to repair the cheongsam.

“Thanks anyway, but I don’t need the money. I thought I would be fired, but I’m still in the film.”

But it seemed that Star was offline. Kylie thought for a while, then sent another message to him: “Is it possible for men to experience the mood-swings of early menopause?

She had to endure the bad temper of Lord Ethan. Thinking of the anger burning in his eyes, Kylie felt cold. She looked at the curtain, then opened it.

There were clouds in the dark sky. There were no stars, and no moon, which made it darker than usual.

Kylie could clearly see her reflection in the window because of how bright it was indoors and how dark it was outside.