Hazel’s POV:
1 had originally felt speechless and frustrated, but hearing Vincent’s words, I couldn’t be bothered to argue with his rogue behavior anymore.
After today’s treatment, I was indeed somewhat tired.
While driving, he spoke to me in a low voice about the origin of this disease.
“Grandpa’s illness was contracted twenty years ago. There were other family members who got it like him.”
His voice was very low when he said this, as if afraid of disturbing something.
“Eighty percent of those infected with this disease died… died horribly. Only a very small portion survived, but even those who lived are tormented by the illness for life, barely maintained by medication.”
He paused, then slowly said something I hadn’t expected:
“Those who died would become like wild beasts before death… tearing at companions, feeding on flesh and blood. In the end, they’d go mad and even eat themselves.”
Hearing this, my brain was already somewhat sluggish, my eyelids growing heavier.
Vincent’s voice gradually faded away, as if sinking into fog…
When I woke up again, it was already dark.
I was still lying in the car, leaning against the seat.
Though my body was still a bit weak, after the brief rest, my spirits had recovered considerably.
I rubbed my temples and looked at him: “Why didn’t you wake me?”
He was propping his head up, elbow against the car door edge, lips still curved in a smile.
“You were sleeping soundly. I was afraid waking you would make you unhappy.”
His eyes were surprisingly bright in the night, that worldly frivolous attitude somehow seeming… radiant at this moment?
I shook my head, no longer thinking about it, and pushed the door to get out.
Out of habit, I said: “Thanks.”
As soon as I said it, I saw the car parked in front of my house–the car I’d driven to the Wentworth family today was parked there perfectly, as if it had never left.
Wait.
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What was I thanking him for?
Wasn’t it this guy who insisted on driving me back?
You’re welcome.” He smiled back at me, as if he’d known I’d react this way.
Then I heard the engine start.
I instinctively turned back, watching that black sedan gradually disappear into the distance.
But suddenly, scenes from today’s daytime flashed through my mind.
He… wouldn’t misunderstand anything, would he?
Should I find a chance to explain that my “interest” in his body was actually a kind of appreciation for a perfect specimen from a medical perspective?.
Just like that.
As for that kiss… I hadn’t taken it to heart at all.
Werewolf heat cycles are closely related to hormonal secretion.
In that kind of enclosed space, with pheromones flooding and physical instincts amplified… it was a normal physiological
reaction.
I touched my forehead, muttering quietly:
“Looks like this body needs more care… this bit of mental strength is nowhere near enough.”
Returning to the villa, I saw the sofa piled with bags large and small as soon as I entered, with Karina organizing things.
Seeing me return, she immediately smiled and waved at me.
“Hazel, you’re back! Come look, I bought you several more outfits!”
She smiled with particular satisfaction: “I never have to envy others for having daughters again. I have one now too, and she’s better than anyone else’s.”
Looking at her genuinely sincere smile, I couldn’t help but smile too.
But in that instant, I seemed to feel some emotion remaining in my body-
Desolation.
Not mine, but belonging to “her.”
The original Hazel.
A faint sadness, yet tinged with gratitude.
I knew that though the original owner had died, when people die with resentment, part of their consciousness often remains
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To the body
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