Chapter 1196

Chapter 1196Chapter 1196 I Had Planned Everything
Ashlyn gritted her teeth and furrowed her brows.
A flicker of surprise flashed in her eyes, but quickly, she remembered.
When she was poisoned, Lucas had once fed her his aorta blood to nourish her body.
He must have known about the Spirogyra inside my body back then, right?
Her stunningly beautiful face flushed in waves of an unusual rosy hue, and it made her look even more
breathtaking, like a bewitching spirit. It was as if a faint peach blossom-like color was radiating from her
in waves.
Every time this color deepened, the beads of sweat on Ashlyn's forehead increased.
It felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her. The pain was unbearable.
Lucas looked at her worriedly. Just as she was biting her lower lip so hard that it was almost bleeding,
and she was struggling to control herself, the man suddenly extended his arm and offered his wrist.
“Don't bite yourself. I'm a man. My skin is tougher and more resilient.”
Ashlyn was in so much pain that she was almost losing her sanity. With a dazed look in her eyes, she stared at Lucas' arm. Biting down hard, her teeth sank deeply into
the man's flesh.
The taste of blood, akin to rusty iron, began to permeate her mouth as a gentle warmth of fresh blood
flooded into her mouth.
Just then... her mind went blank for a moment. She felt like a traveler who was on the brink of dying of
thirst in the desert and suddenly found a water source.
She could not help herself and began to suck the man's blood.
Blood flowed from her mouth into her body.
Her restless body suddenly seemed to have been soothed. If before it was a storm, now it was calm
and tranquil.
The pain, almost like a beast trying to break free from the cage of her body, surged and then almost
faded away.
Her dazed gaze gradually regained clarity.
She lowered her gaze to the strong arm she was still biting down on. Suddenly, she released her bite,
and a trace of fresh blood still lingered at the corner of her lips.
Her heart pounded fiercely as she trembled while staring at the deep and harsh bite mark on Lucas'
wrist. Blood was still gushing out incessantly.
She felt a mix of emotions in her heart, and for a moment, she did not know what to say.
“Are you stupid?”
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She began to treat his wounds.
Looking at his bloody wrist, her eyes welled up with tears. Regret surged in her heart. “Lucas, did you
leave your brain at home when you went out? Does... Doesn't it hurt?”
That was a dumb question.
How can it possibly not hurt?
Lucas' dark eyes were firmly locked onto her uniquely beautiful face. It was as if he felt no pain at all.
He allowed her to tend to his wounds as if they were not on his own arm.
After a while, he finally spoke slowly with a voice tinged with a heart-wrenching hoarseness, “Is there
really no antidote for the Spirogyra?”
Ashlyn hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up, “It seems... You are the antidote.”
“What does this mean?” Lucas had a vague sense of his importance to her. Jared had told him before
that the only way to alleviate the effects of the Spirogyra was for him and Ashlyn to engage in the mostintimate act.
The golden butterfly, poised to spread its wings just a moment ago, came under control after she drank
his blood.
The hint of a butterfly that once graced her face had now vanished without a trace.
There was just one thing... Her skin seemed even more flawless and fair than before, white yet
luminous and glossy. It was not the pale, artificial sort of white but a healthy hue tinged with a soft pink.
Her features seemed to have become even more three-dimensional and perfect, especially those eyes,
which were increasingly cold yet enchanting.
She already had a somewhat cold demeanor, but now... it seemed even colder.
Yet, amidst the chilly aloofness, there was a hint of inexplicable allure that was captivating.
It made his heart skip a beat.
He was lost in thought when he heard Ashlyn say, “I drank your blood, and my restless body suddenly
became extremely calm. I married you because you have Rh-negative blood. That day, I was waiting
for you in the heavy rain. I had planned everything.”