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Chapter 191 - 191: I know you’ve liked my wife for a long time.

The door opened, and Viktor walked out with a normal expression; nothing could be seen from his expression.

"Where's Zane?" Cyra asked; her intense gaze froze Viktor for a split second, but he quickly composed himself.

"He went to wash off. I can show you to the bathroom." Viktor answered calmly, motioning for her blood-stained clothes.

Cyra shot him a meaningful stare, her lips slightly curled in a smile.

Viktor's fingers trembled slightly as he pushed his curls back, having a nagging feeling his lies had been discovered.

"Alright, show me to the bathroom." Cyra straightened up, too uncomfortable to play along.

Viktor hummed and walked ahead to show her the way, though subtly glancing at her from the corner of his eyes to see her expression.

He thought his actions went unnoticed by her, but her next words made him stumble on his feet.

"I'm aware. You can eat as much as you want today, but not too much. And tell Zane there's no need to hide.'' Cyra's lazy tone echoed down the narrow hallway.

Viktor grabbed the pillar for balance, eyes wide as he stared at Cyra. Heat rushed to his face as he recalled how boldly he had lied to her.

''Mistress…why didn't you tell me, you made me…ugh!'' Viktor facepalmed, recalling how he bragged to Zane that he was a skilled liar.

Amused, Cyra lifted his chin with her fingers, her grey eyes locking onto his.

"Boy, know this…since you heartbeats, you can't hide anything from me …" Her grey eyes darkened, a frown forming, recalling the attack.

"Send me to the bathroom, and send for Kyle. I need to understand this attacker's strangeness." Her voice turned to a whisper at her last sentence.

Her light mood vanished. Viktor's lashes trembled as he bit his lower lip, inhaling deeply.

Feeling a toned soft hand wrapping against hers, she looked up to meet Viktor's firm gaze.

"There's no need to call Kyle; I'll tell you myself… let's just say I know them well." Viktor forced the words out, his voice betraying the painful memory.

Cyra's frown deepened, displeased by the sadness clouding his expression. Her grip on his chin tightened, causing him to hiss and glance up, his golden pupils darkening with desire.

''Mistress~' he murmured in a daze as she pressed closer. "I will drink from you today.'' Her predatory gaze sent electrifying shivers down his spine.

He nodded blankly, and Cyra released her hold, gesturing for him to lead the way.

Viktor couldn't remember how he led her; he merely pointed at the bathroom door, watching her enter as his knees weakened.

He ran a hand over his chin, still feeling her lingering warmth. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, anticipation coiling in his stomach.

Getting strength back in his body, he gazed at the closed door with a longing gaze before he left.

Cyra ran her hands through her hair, letting the water cascade over her, washing away the dried blood and exhaustion.

Black blood flowed down the drain, gradually clearing as time passed. Cyra turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, her dark red hair clinging to her skin.

She paused before the mirror, which seemed to glow as her reflection appeared.

She stared at her reflection, her grey eyes flickering between gold and grey—her cursed form unstable.

She shot her eyes and inhaled deep calming breaths, suppressing the raging bloodlust deep within her.

"'Dark Order Organization." A chilling whisper echoed through the bathroom, cracks spreading across the mirror as the pressure from her words filled the air.

It had been a long time since she'd felt such intense hatred for anyone—all she wanted was peace with her husband. But now…

"Kekeke…" A chilling laugh escaped her lips, the tips of her hair turning gold as her rage simmered.

…..

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Zane sat on a stool, an open ice cream container on the table.

He scooped a large spoonful into his mouth, his eyes squinting as the cold numbed his tongue—but that didn't stop him. He quickly went in for another bite.

''Knock.''

At the sound, his head snapped back, eyes locking onto the door as he hesitated. "Wife, is that you?!" he called out, his voice shaking while he hurried to erase the evidence of his crime.

''It's me. There's no need to hide, she already knows.'' Viktor's voice came out from the other end.

Zane turned the keys hurriedly and opened the door, "How did she find out, what did she say?!" His gaze darted around, searching for his wife as he bombarded Viktor with questions.

"She's taking a bath, and she knew from the start. Sigh… it was like she had ears on the walls," Viktor said offhandedly, unaware that Zane had frozen, his eyes widening.

'Ha! How did I forget about her heightened senses?' he thought in dismay.

Viktor grabbed another spoon and helped himself to Zane's ice cream without hesitation.

He looked over to see Zane's lost expression and spoke after finishing the ice cream in his mouth.

"Come join me. She said we can eat as much as we want today," Viktor said, motioning with a wave of his spoon.

Zane didn't need to be told twice. He sat back on the stool and dug in, but his mood dipped slightly as flashes of the ruined mansion flickered through his mind.

He understood immediately—this was her way of lifting his spirits.

He snapped out of his thought at Viktor's spoon nudging his, he looked up and saw Viktor's comforting glance.

A smile crept on his face, and he took a big scoop of ice cream; as soon as it entered his mouth, a burst of flavour soothed his loss.

Though the house is gone, it can be rebuilt what was important was none died in the blast.

Viktor watched Zane's relaxed face, but instead of relief, guilt gnawed at him. Zane was the first real friend he had ever made—yet here he was, falling for his wife.

His lips parted, but the words stuck. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to speak.

''Will you hate me if I like your wife?'' he asked in a hushed voice, twirling his spoon in the ice cream container, unable to meet Zane's gaze.

The room fell Into a tense silence. Zane froze for a moment before speaking. "I know you've liked my wife for a long time."

He sighed, then added, "I don't hate you… but it makes me uncomfortable.'' His tone was light, but the sincerity in his words was clear.

He knew this time would come—he couldn't keep his wife to himself forever. No matter how much he loved her, he wasn't enough to satisfy her physically.

He just felt uncomfortable that his wife would hug and hold another man other than him.

Viktor stared at him in shock, not expecting him to react so calmly, he was well aware of how good and loving their relationship was.

''Aren't you afraid that I would take all your wife's love?'' Viktor met Zane's gaze head-on, searching for a glimpse of his true feelings.

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