Chapter 41 Chapter Forty-One

Mr. O walked out the front door of the mansion, leaving the door behind him open.He was walking aimlessly in the driveway, snowflakes whistling with the cold wind. The portrait echoed in his mind, unclear, but not gone.He killed his own woman, he wounded her so badly that she died.God...he should have taken her to the doctor.If the scar-faced vampire warrior hadn't stolen her, she might have survived... Maybe she died because of that journey. Did he kill her?Or could she survive if she stayed by his side?What if... oh, hell.The sequence of finding the truth is nonsense.She was dead, but he couldn't find her body to bury.Just because that bastard warrior snatched her away from him.that is it.

Suddenly, he noticed the lights of an approaching car.He moved closer and saw a black SUV pull up in front of the gate. That damned sub-squad idiot, what the hell is he doing? Mr. O didn't summon him to pick him up, and the location was wrong... Wait, that's a Land Rover, not an Explorer. Mr. O ran across the snow, hiding in the shadows.When he ran to a place more than ten meters away from the gate, the windows of the Land Rover were lowered. He heard a woman's voice say, "After all that's happened to Bella, I don't know if her mother will agree. But we can at least try."

Mr. O hurried to the gate, drew his pistol, and hid behind a pillar.The woman sitting behind the driver's seat leaned out and rang the built-in intercom. He only saw a glimpse of red hair.In the passenger seat was another woman.She said something, and then the red-haired woman laughed, showing a small set of sharp tusks. She pressed the intercom again, and Mr. O said loudly, "No one is home." The redhead looked up, and he pointed the Stevenson at her. "Sarel, run!" she yelled. Mr. O pulled the trigger. Engrossed in his tactical studies, John was about to turn his head to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and let his head breathe.Hearing someone knock on the door, he just whistled without taking his eyes off the textbook.

"Hey, kid," Tormont said, "how's it going?" John stretched his waist and gestured, "It's much better than physical training." "You don't have to worry, the transformation will definitely come." "Maybe." "No, it's true. I was like that before the transformation. Everyone is, and trust me, it's going to get better." John replied with a smile: "You came back early today." "I'm actually going to the center for some administrative work. Do you want to come along? You can study in my office."

John nodded, grabbed a sweater, and packed several books.A change of environment can help.He was drowsy, but he still had a few pages to read.It's a good idea to stay away from the bed. The two walked towards the hall together, and Tormont suddenly shook and leaned against the wall.He pressed his hand on his chest, and seemed to be having trouble breathing. John grabbed him, tense at the change in Tormont's face, which had turned pale and dull. "I'm fine..." Tormont stroked his chest, his body was shaking.He took a few deep breaths, "It's okay, I'm... just a pain, probably from something I ate at Burrito Hell on the way home. I'm okay."

It's just that when he talks he looks pale and sickly.The two entered the garage and walked towards the Volvo. "I let Wells drive the Land Rover tonight." Tormont said as he got into Wells' car, "I helped her install snow chains on the car. I don't want to see her driving on the snow." He seemed to be looking for something to say, and he spoke quickly, forcing out the words from his mouth, "She thinks I'm overprotective." "Are you sure we should go out?" John gestured. "You look very sick." Tormont hesitated a little, but started the car anyway, and kept stroking his chest under the leather jacket: "Well, of course. It's okay, I will be fine. It's not a big problem."

Butch watched as Havers examined Ferry, the doctor's hands methodically undoing the bandages. As a patient, Ferry was clearly not charming.He sits on the examination table, shirt off, his bulk occupying the tiny room, scowling like a troll right out of a movie. "It hasn't healed to the extent it should be." Havers judged, "You said you were injured the night before, right? Then there should be only a scar here. Now the wound hasn't even closed." Butch glared at Ferry, as if to say, I told you a long time ago. The brother replied with his mouth, you bite me, and then he whispered to Havers: "It's okay."

"No, sir, this will not work. When was the last time you ate?" "I don't remember, it's been a while." Ferry raised his head, looked at the wound, and then frowned, as if he was a little surprised by the severity of the wound. "You need to eat blood." The doctor tore open a pack of gauze, covered the wound, and placed the square white gauze properly on the wound, he said, "You should go tonight." Havers took off his gloves and threw them into the biochemical cleanup box, and then made a record on the form.When he reached the door, he stopped for a moment: "Is there anyone I can look for now?"

Ferry put on his shirt and shook his head: "I'll take care of it myself, thanks, doctor." When they were alone, Butch said, "Where am I taking you, big guy?" "Go to the city, it's time to work." "Well, yes, you heard what the guy with the stethoscope said. Or do you think he's kidding you?" Ferry jumped off the platform and turned to get the sword case.The riding boot hit the ground and made a "bang" sound. "You see, Tiaozi, it takes time to get help," he said, "because I can't... because I choose my own path. I only like to go to a certain number of women, and I have to first Talk to them. You know, make sure they're willing to let me use their veins. Celibacy is complicated."

"Then call now. You can't fight like this, and you know it yourself." "Then use mine." Butch and Fei Ruiqiqi turned to look at the door.Bella stood there. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop," she said. "The door was open, and I happened to walk by. My, uh...my brother just left." Butch glanced at Ferry, who was as still as a photograph. "What's wrong?" Ferry asked, his voice hoarse. "No. I still want to help you. I'm just giving you one more chance to accept." "You said you couldn't do it twelve hours ago."

"I can, you are the one who refuses." "You don't want this to actually happen." Wow, now that's a personal matter, Butch thought.He sneaked towards the door: "I'll wait outside..." "Stay, 'The Note,'" Ferry said, "if you don't mind." Butch cursed and looked around. There was a chair near the exit door, and he sat on it, trying to make himself look like an immobile background. "Is it Sadist?" Bella directly interrupted Ferry's question: "This is your business, not his." Silence lasted for a while, and the air seemed to be filled with a certain gloom that radiated from Ferry's body.The breath seemed to answer in a sense, and Bella walked into the room, closing the door, rolling up her sleeves. Butch looked at Ferry and saw that he was trembling all over, his eyes were shining brightly like the sun, his body... it might be more appropriate to say: he was clearly lustful. Well, it's time to go... he said to himself. "'Tiaozi', I need you to stay here while we suck blood." Ferry's words were more like growling. Butch groaned, though it was clear why the brother didn't want to be alone with Bella now, because he was like a stallion now, radiating the endless heat of desire. "Butch?" "Well, I'll stay." Although he won't take a look.Absolutely not.For some reason, it felt like standing fifty meters away and peeping while Ferry was having sex. Butch cursed a few words, buried his head in his knees, propped his forehead with his hands, and stared at the Ferragamo leather shoes on his feet. There was an ear-piercing rubbing sound, like rubbing a tissue on the examination table, because someone climbed on top of each other, and then there was the sound of clothes rubbing. peaceful. Damn it, he had to see it. Butch took a sneak peek, and then couldn't look away, there was no way to avoid it.Bella climbed onto the table too, her feet dangling over the edge, her wrists exposed in her lap, and Ferry stared at her with hunger and uncontrollable love on his face.He knelt in front of her, holding her palm and forearm with trembling hands, showing his fangs.Those horrible teeth were even bigger now, so long that he couldn't keep his mouth shut. Taking a breath, his head dropped to Bella's arms.She struggled suddenly in pain under his actions, and then stagnated.His dull eyes stared straight at the wall not far away.Then Ferry also trembled, let go of his mouth, and looked up at her. This is too fast. "Why stop?" Bella asked. "because of you……" Ferry glanced at Butch again.Butch blushed and looked down at his shoes. Ferry whispered, "Have you been here?" Butch flinched.Oh, this is a little embarrassing. "Bella, do you think you might be pregnant?" Damn, it's even more embarrassing now. "Do you want me to avoid it?" Butch couldn't help asking, hoping that the two would kick him away as soon as possible. Hearing the two refused in unison, he could only lower his head and continue to look at the shoes. "I didn't," Bella said. "I really didn't... you know, I mean... just a little cramping and then a little bit of blood and then it was over." "Havers should check it for you." "Are you drinking or not?" There was another silence, and then a low sigh. Butch couldn't help but look again.Ferry crawled on Bella's wrist and sucked hard.Bella looked down at him.After a while, she raised her hand, pressed it on his colorful hair, and stroked it gently, with crystal tears in her eyes. Butch stood up and slipped out the door, letting them get on with their business. "Hello, Butch." He turned sharply.Marisa was just across the aisle. Oh, God. She walked towards him, and he could smell her ocean-like scent, which entered his nose, rushed into his brain, and entered his blood.She turned her head and was wearing a long yellow dress with a wide belt around her waist. God...most blondes would look dead in this color, but she still looks gorgeous. He coughed twice: "Hey, Marisa, long time no see." "You look well dressed." "Thank you." And she looked very beautiful, but he kept his mouth shut and didn't dare to comment. God, it hurts like being stabbed, he thought.Seeing her was like being stabbed in the chest by a fifteen centimeter long iron bar. Damn, he remembered the scene of her getting into that Bentley and sitting with that man again. "How are you doing?" she asked again. how have you been?For the past five months, he has lived like an idiot every day. "Very good, it couldn't be better." "Butch, I..." He smiled at her and stood up straight: "Listen, can you do me a favor? I'm going to wait in the car. If Ferry comes out, can you tell him for me. Thank you." He Smooth the tie, unbutton the suit jacket, and pull up the coat, "Take care of yourself, Marisa." He circled around and dawdled towards the elevator. "Butch, wait." God forbid, his feet came to a stop of their own accord. "How...how are you doing?" she asked again. He wanted to turn around, but he didn't want to look too concerned: "As I said, you're fine. Thank you for caring. Take care of yourself, Marisa." Damn, he actually said it? "I think..." She hesitated to speak, "Can you come and see me sometime?" This sentence finally made him turn around.Oh, dear Mary, the Virgin Mary... she was so beautiful, comparable, with a Victorian accent and elegant upper-class manners, that he felt like a complete piece of shit, except for the gorgeous clothes , leaving only gibberish and disordered footsteps. "Butch? Maybe, you can come... see me." "Why should I come?" She blushed and looked haggard: "I've always hoped..." "Hope for what?" "if possible……" "what?" "You can come and see me, and if you have time, maybe you can... give me a call." Oh, God.He had done that long ago, and she had rejected him.There's no reason for him to come back and take another blow to his pride.This woman, this vampire...call her whatever you want, it's just mocking his limits.He didn't want to run away in vain like this again.thanks.And that's not to mention the Mr. Bingley who showed up at the back door of her house. Thinking of this, the evil man in his body is thinking, is she still the innocent virgin he met in Xia Tian?Probably not.Even though she was still shy, she must have found a lover now that she was out of Reese's shadow.Damn, Butch has experienced it herself, what kind of kiss she can give a man.Just this one time, he almost broke the arm of an armchair.He is so excited.So, yes... she must have found a man, maybe several. When she opened those perfect, god-forgiving pink rose-petal lips, he scrambled, "No, I won't call you. And, I'm telling the truth, I Hope you are taking care of yourself." Well, this is already the third time he has said this sentence.He'd better get out of the house quickly before he had to say it a fourth time. Butch strode toward the elevator.It seemed like a miracle, when he pressed the up button, the elevator door opened.He stepped into the elevator, trying not to look at her. As the elevator doors closed, he thought maybe this would be the last time Marisa called his name.But he knows it's just imagination because he really wants her to... Oh, shut up, O'Neill, shut up, and forget. He strode out of the clinic.He was walking so fast that he was actually close to running.

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