That night, the knocking on the door did not sound again, yet Mabel slept extremely restlessly.

From time to time, there were sounds of him tossing and turning in bed, accompanied by faint sighs.

Amber, who was working in the living room, initially paid no heed. However, when such noises persisted until 2 o'clock in the morning, she couldn't help but get up and go over.

The man on the bed had his back to her, his entire face buried in the quilt, and his body curled up into a ball.

In the previous few nights, even with the knocking at midnight, he had slept more soundly than this.

Soft whispers emanated from his side. Amber stood at the door and listened intently for a few minutes. The more she listened, the more she felt that something was amiss.

It didn't seem like he was simply having a nightmare.

Confirming this, Amber quickly approached the bed. The moment her cold aura drew near, the man suddenly reached out his arm and firmly grasped her.

"Don't leave," he said, encircling her with his arm and pulling her directly into his embrace. "Please don't leave me."

Mabel's head nestled against her, burying itself directly into her bosom. His arm tightened around her waist, and a trace of cool liquid trickled down his face, landing on Amber's neck.

There was a faint light outside, and Mabel's handsome side profile was slightly revealed. Amber extended her fingers to touch it, and she felt the tears of a human.

The man holding her pressed her tightly against him. The chaotic breathing and murmured words that had been there just moments ago vanished quickly after he nestled into her embrace.

Just like in the previous nights when they had slept in each other's arms, he was as docile as a sleeping cat in her embrace.

Amber let out a sigh and could only lie there helplessly. However, the man's arm around her waist was too tight, so Amber shifted her body slightly.

Before she could move much, the pressure on her waist increased sharply.

Amber's black eyes narrowed slightly. It didn't seem advisable to break his arm.

With a muffled groan, her cold hand slowly reached up to the top of Mabel's head. Amber stroked it somewhat clumsily. She vaguely remembered that Beta had kept a cat ten years ago and had stroked it in this very way.

Whenever he stroked the cat's head, it would lie there obediently, allowing him to play with it.

Under such gentle strokes, the arm around Amber's waist gradually loosened, and Mabel relaxed completely, leaning against her.

His gentle breaths fanned out against Amber's chest. His arm still did not move away but continued to keep her snugly in his embrace.

Amber glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and then slowly closed her eyes.

Crack!

A sound suddenly rang out in the silent night.

Amber's eyes snapped open, and a hint of blood quickly welled up in her eyes.

Crack, crack!

It seemed that something was tapping on the window outside.

Crack, crack, crack!

This time, it wasn't just the bedroom but also the living room.

Mabel was awakened by the noise and furrowed his brows slightly. Before he could speak, Amber grabbed the blanket, lifted it, and covered him completely.

"What's going on!"

Mabel's voice came out muffled from under the blanket. Amber did not answer his question. Instead, she used her slender hand to pull him, blanket and all, and hoisted him onto her shoulder.

"Amber?!"

Mabel was completely wrapped in the blanket, and his voice was filled with panic. Amber pushed open the bedroom door and rushed towards the living room and then towards the front door.

Crash!

The sound of glass shattering filled the air, and two dark figures instantly rushed in!

At that moment, Amber, wearing a set of pajamas and slippers, carried Mabel and ran out of the door!

Despite carrying a man who was almost 1.8 meters tall, Amber still ran at a remarkable speed. Fortunately, it was late at night, and the only figure dashing through the staircase was hers.

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Mabel, who was wrapped in the blanket, seemed to realize that something was wrong and remained silent, allowing her to carry him all the way downstairs.

From the staircase behind them, there were sounds of pursuit, moving at a rapid pace, accompanied by soft laughter.

Amber's expression turned cold. She had lost count of how many times she had been toyed with like this.

She had been naive to think that Gramps' warning would make them back off.

Amber carried Mabel and rushed out of the building in a hurry. The pursuit behind them seemed to stop quietly.

"It seems we've angered them, and they're going even further," Amber said in a low voice. The blood in her eyes gradually faded. She was afraid that there might be their kind lying in wait in the parking lot, and she wasn't going to walk right into a trap.

The man wrapped in the blanket spoke up, "I... I'm having a bit of trouble breathing."

Amber quickly put him down and yanked the blanket off him. There were many shards of broken glass on it.

"I hope you're not scratched, are you?"

Amber's eyes quickly scanned him. Mabel shook his head. "What was that all about just now?"

"What do you think? They've come looking for us," Amber said, sounding a bit annoyed. Logically speaking, everyone understood without saying that no one would cause trouble in a vampire's lair. But for her, this rule could be completely ignored.

After all, a vampire under 50 years old was someone that anyone could step on.

Her so-called lair was no longer safe.

She could only go to Gramps. Otherwise... Mabel, being by her side, might not last more than a few days.

"Come on, let's go to a safe place," Amber said. Mabel let out a soft hum and obediently followed behind. However, it was Amber who stopped first.

She turned around and saw the man's bare feet.

With a soft sigh, her cold body approached. Under the man's shy and evasive gaze, she picked him up in her arms once again.

"Are you worried that my feet will get scratched and bleed?"

Mabel looked at her beautiful face and leaned his arm against her, as if being carried princess-style by a girl wasn't something to be ashamed of.

"Yes. Wounds on the feet are difficult to deal with, and... they don't taste good," Amber said.

Mabel let out a soft laugh and hummed in agreement. He wrapped his arms around her neck and buried his face in her cold neck.

The quiet street was sparsely populated with passersby. Otherwise, there would surely be countless curious glances cast their way.

A taxi pulled up in front of Amber. The driver watched as she deftly placed the man in her arms onto the back seat and couldn't help but speak up.

"You're quite strong, young lady," the driver remarked.

Amber got into the taxi as well and offered the driver a faint smile. "I'm into weightlifting," she replied.

The driver gave her a thumbs-up. Amber provided an address, which was Beta's.

During the ride, Amber had intended to send Beta a message, but she realized she had left her phone behind. Mabel had his phone with him, but Amber couldn't recall Beta's exact number.

"Here we are, young lady. This is an upscale community, and taxis aren't allowed inside. You'll have to walk from here," the driver said.

"All right," Amber responded.

She got out of the taxi and bent down to pick up Mabel again. She did it with such ease that there wasn't even a moment's hesitation. The driver, who was still sitting in the cab, was left gaping in astonishment.

"Young girls these days are really something else," he muttered.

The security guard at the entrance nodded at Amber as she approached. Amber returned the nod and carried Mabel inside.

The man in her arms, as docile as a fawn, lifted his eyes slightly, and a hint of darkness shadowed his irises.

They encountered no obstacles on their way. Amber correctly entered all the passcodes until they reached Beta's door.

Mabel stood beside her and watched as she entered a series of numbers. The door opened.

The man's eyes seemed to blend completely into the surrounding darkness.

Amber pushed the door open and walked in, pulling Mabel along with her.

The door opened to a pitch-black interior.

A spacious living room lay before them, connected to an open kitchen.

A man in a sharply tailored suit stood with his back to them in the kitchen. A woman, gasping for breath and with a flush on her face, was clinging to him.

Long, slender fingers quickly covered Amber's eyes and led her back a step.

In the darkness, Beta, who was standing there, turned his head slightly. His eyes were filled with a menacing red glow, and his fangs were stained with fresh blood.

Although her eyes were covered, Amber could smell the scent of blood and instantly understood the situation.

She quickly stepped back, opened the door, and pulled Mabel out with her.

Click.

The door that had just been opened closed again, as if nothing had ever happened.

There was no need to explain what was going on inside.

Amber, standing outside the door, resembled a child who had been scolded by a teacher and sent out to stand in punishment. Mabel was completely shrouded in the darkness, with only his eyes shining with an enigmatic light.

"Is that your... boyfriend?" Mabel asked.

Amber was taken aback. A faint sound came from behind the door, and she furrowed her brows slightly. "No, I don't have a partner," she replied.

The intense darkness in Mabel's eyes gradually faded. "Has Amber ever done something like that?" he asked.

"Something like what?" Amber looked at him with a puzzled expression, noticing his slightly reddened handsome face and the faint glimmer in his eyes.

"What's happening behind this door," Mabel clarified.

Amber fell silent for a moment. She let out a soft sigh. "No, I haven't. I prefer biting into blood bags. I'm not into embracing people," she said.

"Is it more enjoyable to drink blood this way?" Mabel inquired.

Amber raised an eyebrow. She didn't see anything wrong with the question and simply attributed it to his curiosity. "Maybe. After all, the human blood is flowing the fastest and the person is most excited at this time. The taste of the blood might be different from usual," she speculated.

Just as she noticed his eyes flickering a few more times, the door opened. The red glow in Beta's eyes hadn't faded, and he hadn't even retracted his fangs.

Before Amber could speak, Beta, as if anticipating her words, shot her a cold glance. "Next door. The passcode is the same," he said.

Bang!

The door closed again, and it seemed that even louder sounds were coming from inside.

Amber was startled. She grabbed Mabel and quickly made her way to the next door. She opened it, then closed it behind them.

Without turning on the lights, Amber sank into the large sofa, letting out a long sigh of relief.

She finally felt that she could get a good night's sleep on Beta's turf.

"Go to bed. It's safe here," Amber said from the depths of the sofa, sounding as if she had no intention of getting up. When she didn't hear any movement from Mabel, she quickly sat up.

However, as she lifted her body, she accidentally bumped into his handsome face, which had leaned in closer.

Their breaths were now only a hair's breadth apart.

His warm lips gently pressed against her forehead. Before Amber could react, he pulled away.

His tall figure pushed open a door in the darkness and disappeared inside. Amber sat on the sofa, her hand instinctively reaching up to touch her forehead.

It seemed that the warmth of his touch still lingered there.