My Vampire Guy

After cleaning off the mud and dirt on Lucasta, Maris chose a simple dress and put it on her.

They hadn’t seen each other for a few months but Maris saw that Lucasta was so different, her chubby cheeks had disappeared, and her body was much thinner.

When she finished changing Lucasta’s dress, Samson also returned with a first aid box in hand.

When he heard Maris say that there were only two lacerations, one on Lucasta’s arm and one on her leg, that needed disinfection and bandaging, he immediately went over and carefully cleaned her wound, then used gauze to bandage it.

– Will you two live life like before? Maris stepped back and asked.

– When Lucasta gets better, I’ll take her back to the city. Oh no, ask an owl to tell Harvey the news, ask him to come pick her up. Samson answered.

– Her uncle will harm her, you…

– I can’t control much.

After saying that, he bent down, picked up her tattered dress, and walked out of the room.

Maris shook her head and looked at the man’s back. After an accident, he was as thin as a stick. She wondered if he had let go of his feelings for Lucasta.

If he didn’t care about her life or death, then why did he save her and bring her here?

– Because you couldn’t bear to see her lose her life before your eyes, Samson?

Maris sighed and quietly left. Just as she went down the stairs, she suddenly smelled a fragrant smell coming from the kitchen.

Curiosity urged her to walk towards the place where a man was attentively cooking mushroom porridge.

Samson added seasoning one last time and then covered the pot. Just now, while Maris was helping Lucasta change clothes, he went into the forest and picked mushrooms.

He guessed she would be hungry after traveling such a long way to get here.

After half an hour, Lucasta regained consciousness. The surrounding scenery was so familiar that she thought she was dreaming, but the pain from her wounds told her this was real.

She remembered that she entered the fog and then lost all consciousness.

– Samson. She exclaimed happily when she saw the man appear.

He didn’t say anything, quietly walked over, and placed the bowl of porridge on the table.

He intended to wake her up if she was still sleeping but no longer needed.

The aroma from the bowl of mushroom porridge made her stomach growl. She hadn’t had dinner yet and the food Michael bought for her was still on his table.

– Brother…

Before she could finish her sentence, Samson had already left. She guessed he was still angry with her.

That’s right, if it were her, she would be angry too. A stubborn person like her deserves such punishment.

However, she was not used to his cold expression, it made her heart feel like it was buried in ice, extremely cold and painful.

He was once her sun, every word and action, and expression always brought her warmth.

She quickly wiped away her tears, then picked up the bowl of porridge and ate. She needs to be healthy to talk to him.

She didn’t want to faint again because she was afraid that when she woke up again, she would find herself in Harvey’s apartment or Michael’s yard.

In a blink of an eye, the bowl of porridge was completely gone. Although Lucasta wanted to eat more, because she had more important things to do, she immediately got out of bed and ran to Samson’s room. However, the first thing she saw was an empty room.

As if she had a premonition, she hurried down the stairs.

In the half-light, half-dark scene, she recognized his lonely back. He stood right at the front door, looking out to the yard.

The moon slowly escaped the dark clouds, floating high in the sky, illuminating everything.

The moment she got closer, she realized that the trees in the yard were all ragged, without a single flower even though it was spring.

– Samson. Lucasta softly called him.

– What are you doing here? Go upstairs and rest. Tomorrow, I will ask Harvey to come here and take you home. Samson closed the door then turned around and said.

– No, I don’t want to. I’ll stay here. I want to be with you. She shook her head frantically.

– Go back to your room.

Seeing Samson quickly pass by her, heading towards the stairs, she immediately ran after him, wrapping her arms around his back.

Does he know she risked everything, including her life, to find him?

She won’t lose him again. She understands what she needs and wants.

– Don’t be cold towards me like that. Samson, don’t be angry with me anymore, I was wrong. From now on, I will obey you. – She said quickly.

It’s true that before, not too long ago, he had hoped so. He wanted her to come back to him, not as a lover, not as husband and wife, but as long as she was by his side, living with him like two friends, he would be very satisfied.

However, during this time, he thought carefully and realized that that wish was too selfish.

When he left her at Michael’s house, he thought about her future. He plans to come back after recovering and convince her to live abroad.

He will give her a large amount of money, plenty for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life.

There, she can make friends, go to work, fall in love, and get married without worrying about being captured by William.

– Lucasta, I’m a vampire, we’re not from the same world. Don’t try to force yourself to be with someone who makes you scared.

He slowly removed her hand from his body and went straight up the stairs.

However, Lucasta did not give up on him that easily. She chased after him, went faster than him, and blocked in front of him.

While Samson was about to pull her aside, she hugged him and kissed him. The clumsy kiss from the soft, fragrant lips of a girl made Samson completely immobile.

He wanted to respond to her, wanted to show his deep love for her through this kiss, but his reason stopped him and he quickly regained his composure and pushed her away.

– What are you doing? Didn’t I ever tell you…

– I love you. Samson, I kiss the person I love, not anyone else. She screamed in tears.

His heart skipped a beat, then beat faster when he heard her say she loved him.

Lucasta loves him? Is the love she talks about the love between a man and a woman?

No. She is still young, she still cannot distinguish between different types of emotions. Certainly so.

– Don’t be mistaken, you don’t know how to love.

After saying that, Samson continued walking. Lucasta helplessly watched the stubborn man.

If the injuries on his body weren’t still there, she would have rushed in and beaten him.

The first time she confessed her love, but this man who didn’t know good or bad criticized her for not knowing how to love? Or maybe he stopped loving her so he found a way to avoid her.

– I don’t eat well, I don’t sleep well because I miss you. I dreamed of you every night and thought about you every second of every minute. If it’s not love, then what is it?

Even though Lucasta screamed until she was hoarse, Samson still went to his room.

The moment the door slammed shut, she fell to her knees on the stairs and sobbed.

Below the stairs, a small owl was hiding and looking up at the strange visitor of the forest.

It was born when she arrived in the city so it didn’t know her. Just now, it was too lazy to clean up so it hid in the kitchen and fell asleep. It wasn’t until it smelled the aroma of mushroom porridge that it woke up.

After licking the pot clean, it found its way back to Maris’s castle, but because of curiosity, it stayed until now.

– Samson, you bad guy, you bastard. You cold-blooded vampire. Why don’t you drink the blood stored in the refrigerator like Harvey, but you’re even colder than him? You deserve to be alone.

After scolding and cursing Samson, Lucasta’s anger also subsided somewhat.

She knew he had quite good ears and he would listen to everything she said. Therefore, she did not dare to drag herself to his room and knock on the door.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

However, she did not want to sit like this until morning and then be taken to the edge of the forest by him, thrown into Harvey’s car, and then have to bury her life in the luxurious apartment of the chairman of that famous corporation.

She just wants to be buried in this castle with the person she loves.

– Owl, come here. Lucasta waved and called the owl as soon as she discovered it.

The owl obediently flew over and landed on her hand. Its soft fur made her feel somewhat comforted when she touched and caressed it.

She brought it to the window, opened the window, and let it fly towards the castle opposite.

While passing by his wine cabinet, she suddenly had an extremely bold thought.

Calantha once said that wine has the effect of relieving sadness and helping people become braver.

The important thing is that even if they cause trouble, tomorrow when they wake up, they can blame it on alcohol and will easily be sympathized and forgiven by everyone.

She immediately did as she thought, opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of aged wine, and went into the kitchen to enjoy it.

She knew Samson never drank alcohol, but he also collected a few precious bottles of wine to display to look like a noble.

That’s good because right now she needs it.

– It’s so delicious. But he didn’t let me drink. Stingy guy. Lucasta licked her lips after taking the first sip of wine.

She felt that the taste of this drink was very strange, very special, delicious, passionate, a little sweet, in short, wonderful.

Just like that, she poured three full glasses in a row and drank them all.

– Oh, my eyes are blurry and I’m dizzy.

After squinting her eyes a few times and slapping her forehead a few times, she grabbed the edge of the table and stood up.

At this moment, her heart was calling Samson’s name. She suddenly missed him so much, wanted to touch his cheek, look at his face, and crawl into his arms, enjoying the warmth that only he could give her.

Lucasta struggled for a long time before reaching the door of Samson’s room. She used all sorts of positions, walking, and crawling to get here, but luckily she didn’t fall down the stairs.

Calantha was right, when there was alcohol in her body, she felt that Samson was not scary at all.

– Oh, the door isn’t locked? This careless guy, why doesn’t he lock the door when he sleeps?

She whispered to herself, then bent down and crawled to the side of his bed.

The space inside was dark, but because she was used to the light emitting from the diamond on his collar, she easily approached and soon, she climbed into his bed.

Samson almost held his breath when the girl’s slender hand suddenly touched his face and then groped all over his chest.

He had gotten used to the habit of sleeping without closing the door since he brought her home and tonight was no exception.

Just now, he thought she was having a nightmare so she ran here but it seemed like something was wrong. The rosy face, the wet eyes, and this breath…

– Lucasta, did you drink alcohol? He asked and quickly lit the candle next to him.

– Drink a little, three glasses, only three glasses… honey, don’t chase me away. I wanna sleep with you. I… I want to be your wife, the wife of that cold, damn vampire named Samson.