Chapter 110: What The Hell Is This Embroidery?
The male vampire nodded, satisfied with the expected answer. Although he thought the “most beloved” part was a bit unnecessary, he didn’t suspect anything. He believed he had successfully hypnotized Jasmine, so he sat down in the chair Jasmine had been using, his back to the handkerchief she had embroidered.
He casually picked it up and saw the strange, green… thing.
“What the hell is this? It’s hideous.”
—I’ll kill you one day.
Jasmine maintained her blank expression and unfocused gaze, but inwardly, she was fuming. How dare he criticize my work?
But he quickly dismissed the handkerchief and continued questioning Jasmine. “What’s your mistress been doing lately?”
Jasmine answered honestly, “Making money.”
It was true. The Human Resistance Army’s expenses were giving even Adele a headache. She had to find various ways to generate income, and many of those methods had been suggested by Jasmine. To be precise, for the past few years, Adele’s main focus had been: making money.
The male vampire nodded again. He asked, “And what is she making money for?”
Jasmine knew the answer all too well: to support the Human Resistance Army and overthrow the Council of Elders. But how could she possibly tell him that? Jasmine wasn’t stupid. She knew that Adele had probably been asked similar questions, and if her answer differed from Adele’s, it might cause trouble for her.
So, the best answer was, “I don’t know.”
It was the perfect answer for a maid. How could a lowly servant possibly know her mistress’s financial plans? Would a mistress discuss such matters with her maid?
Jasmine, committed to her role, wouldn’t break character.
The male vampire wasn’t surprised by her answer. He hadn’t expected to glean any real information from a maid. But knowing what Adele had been doing was enough. She was indeed, as his sister had predicted, a vampire obsessed with wealth, no different from any other vampire.
Having finished his official inquiries, he didn’t leave. Instead, he asked curiously, “I heard that Adele Blake doesn’t drink blood, only artificial blood. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
She’s different from you filthy vampires. Adele is a good girl. Jasmine thought to herself, then she heard the male vampire ask a question she wasn’t sure how to answer, “Really? Then, since she dotes on you so much and takes you everywhere, has she ever drunk your blood?”
Jasmine hesitated for a moment, then chose to be honest. “Yes.” There was a flicker of interest in the male vampire’s eyes. Admitting this might cause trouble for her, but if she lied, and he found out from Blake Castle, the consequences would be even worse.
Hearing her answer, his curiosity intensified. His gaze clearly said: Hmm? A vampire who never drinks blood actually drank your blood? Your blood must be truly special.
He stood up and approached her. Jasmine wavered between two options: Endure it. Even if he wants to drink my blood, I’ll just let him. And, I can’t endure this. If he comes any closer, I’ll punch him.
In the end, she decided: I have such powerful cheat abilities. Why should I put up with this? If he tries to drink my blood, I’ll send him straight to hell.
As he approached, threads extended from beneath her skirt, gathering at her feet, ready to strike. If he took one more step, he would die. But he simply stopped and observed her, clicking his tongue. “The Blake family’s taste is truly consistent. When my sister’s son brought the Lady here to see her, I thought their preferences had changed. But it seems Adele Blake still has a fondness for this type.”
Jasmine couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow inwardly. She discreetly assessed the vampire before her. He did resemble her, with his black hair, pale eyes, and somewhat delicate features.
And from his tone, the “sister” he had mentioned must be Adele’s grandmother. So, this “sister” wasn’t his blood relative, but someone he had a close relationship with.
Adele doesn’t like me for my looks. It’s my sparkling personality that she loves! Jasmine thought indignantly.
In the end, the male vampire didn’t attack Jasmine. He even released her from the hypnosis. “For the sake of my sister’s granddaughter’s maid, I’ll let you off this time. It would be troublesome if I was discovered. Besides, I’ve tasted all kinds of blood. I’m not interested in a little maid’s blood…” His last words were a bit condescending, as if to say that he had tasted delicacies and wouldn’t stoop to drinking her lowly blood.
Jasmine was even more furious. Was her blood something to be compared to others? It was the blood of a cheater, a unique and exquisite delicacy. Of course, he wouldn’t get to taste it. If he dared to come any closer, he would die.
The male vampire left. The hypnosis was lifted, and Jasmine couldn’t help but flip him off. “You got lucky, kid. Consider yourself spared.” She had been ready to kill him and take his belongings, but he had truly been lucky.
After confirming that he wouldn’t return, his speed preventing him from reaching her room and returning to the bunker before dawn, Jasmine headed towards Adele’s residence. She was much faster than him. She overtook him, mentally criticizing his slowness, and took a detour, leaving him far behind.
When she reached Adele’s room, the curtains were still open. Jasmine frowned. Dawn is approaching. If the sunlight comes in, what will she do? But she also knew that Adele had deliberately left them open for her.
So, the first thing she did was close the window and draw the curtains, ensuring that no light could enter. Then she went to Adele’s bedroom. Adele was awake, sitting on the bed, hugging her knees, her bare feet exposed. Seeing Jasmine, a smile appeared on her face, her toes curling.
Adele was so easy to read. Her entire being radiated love for Jasmine. Jasmine stepped closer, bringing a hint of the night’s chill with her.
“Why didn’t you close the window? What if the sun came in?”
“I’m in the bedroom. The sunlight can’t reach me here. And if I closed the window, how would you get in?”
I could get in easily… Jasmine didn’t say anything. She changed the subject. “Have you bathed yet?”
“Not yet. You weren’t here to dry my hair.” Adele reached out, wrapping her arms around Jasmine’s neck, her lips brushing against Jasmine’s. Jasmine’s lips were cold, chilled by the night air. Adele’s lips were also cold.
But as they kissed, Jasmine’s lips warmed, the fire in her heart ignited by Adele’s touch. She pressed her lips against Adele’s, transferring her warmth. The kiss deepened, Adele’s fangs gently grazing Jasmine’s tongue, a silent plea for a more intimate, blood-tinged kiss.
But Adele only teased, not actually drawing blood. They were in the heart of vampire territory, and they were alone. The scent of blood would be impossible to conceal. If other vampires smelled it, it would be troublesome.
When the kiss ended, Adele whispered, “When we get back, I want more kisses.” She lingered on the last two words, her meaning clear. She didn’t want just a superficial kiss. She wanted Jasmine’s blood. Jasmine kissed Adele’s eyelid, making her close her eyes. She heard Jasmine say, “You greedy cat.”
It couldn’t be helped. Jasmine’s blood was simply too delicious. No vampire could resist it.
Jasmine effortlessly lifted Adele into her arms and carried her to the bathroom. While Adele showered, Jasmine filled the bathtub. By the time Adele finished showering, the water temperature was perfect. Adele had been wrapped in a towel, but as she was about to get into the bathtub, she simply removed the towel in front of Jasmine and stepped in.
After so many years of intimacy, Adele was comfortable with Jasmine’s touch and gaze. She no longer felt shy about changing clothes or bathing in front of her, nor did she care if Jasmine heard her showering or saw her body.
Honestly, seeing Adele so comfortable with her, Jasmine missed the old Adele, the one who blushed easily.
Adele settled into the bathtub, the water level rising slightly. Her long silver hair floated on the surface. She reached out, asking Jasmine to dry her arms with a towel. Jasmine obliged, diligently performing her duties as a maid.
They looked like an ordinary mistress and her maid, Jasmine in her maid uniform, tending to Adele. But if they were truly just mistress and maid, Adele would have been hiding behind the towel, her face flushed, urging Jasmine to leave. It was because they were lovers now, because Jasmine had bathed Adele countless times when she was too tired to even lift her arms, that Adele could be so comfortable and relaxed.
After drying her arms, Jasmine moved on to her legs. She mischievously pressed her fingers against the soles of Adele’s feet, making her flinch and whine, “Jasmine!”
Jasmine stopped teasing her and finished washing her body, then wrapped her in a towel and carried her out of the bathtub. Adele, dripping wet, clung to Jasmine, her maid uniform soaked. She giggled happily.
Jasmine knew that this was Adele’s revenge for the earlier teasing.
Adele wasn’t just a greedy cat, but a mischievous one as well.
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