Chapter 1180 The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (58)

Jessie also had no other choice; all her family’s titles of nobility had been stripped from them.

All their properties were frozen.

And their family had been driven to the slums. She was unreconciled—she had to take it all back.

Hearing that there was a Rose Banquet, she made use of the family crest she’d hidden and smoothly received an invitation.

How could Bai Weiwei, a humble woman of the slums, compare to her?

Jessie boldly lifted her head to look at the prince who controlled her life and death.

He leaned back in the chair, expression cold and arrogant. His silver hair was bound by a gold ribbon. Only a few strands framed his face that was so handsome it neared that of a god’s.

Simply a cold look from this man.

And he could make any woman kneel down to please him.

Such a young, strong, eternally beautiful prince, with supreme power and wealth.

What woman could he not have?

Jessie watched him, in a trance.

If just earlier her heart still had her family’s interests, then now her heart sprouted greed.

She wanted to get closer to this Blood Kin who neared perfection.

Arthur took a sip of wine. His voice was as cold as ice. “Step back.”

Jessie jerked and immediately took a step back respectfully.

“More.”

He indifferently commanded.

Jessie continued to retreat until she was ten meters away.

Finally Arthur commented plainly, “You reek.”

The smell of this woman’s blood was simply too unbearable for him.

Jessie was struck pale by these words. She forced a smile and persuaded, “Your Highness, I have taken a bath. Perhaps the perfume is not good; I will go to change it.”

Arthur unhurriedly swirled the wine in his glass, seeming to not hear what she said.

He lifted his gaze to the light on the ceiling.

What was his little blood slave doing at this time?

Sleeping?

Or could she not sleep because he wasn’t there?

Like him.

His mind was full of her. She was there wherever he went.

Suddenly, Arthur gave an angry snort, expression growing somewhat fierce.

He loathed that his mind was out of control.

Jessie immediately felt the hierarchical suppression and shuddered in pain.

But she persevered and slowly crawled forward. She must grab his attention.

It was said that except for Bai Weiwei, there had never been a blood slave by Prince Arthur’s side.

So long as she was different from the masses, with her beauty, she could definitely obtain the prince’s favor.

At that time, she wanted Bai Weiwei, as well as those people who looked down on her, to live a life worse than death.

Arthur suddenly asked coldly, “Your mind, has there ever been a time it was occupied by a person?”

Jessie lay on the floor, halting her crawling motions.

She felt a burst of ecstasy.

She had attracted his attention. Everyone knew that Prince Arthur disdained speaking with humans.

But he was asking her questions.

Jessie’s eyes shifted in calculation, and she promptly spoke fawningly and humbly.

“Not before, but tonight upon seeing Your Highness, I found that I could only bear to have you in my mind.”

The corners of Arthur’s lips rose in a ridiculing smile.

But Jessie had her head lowered and didn’t notice.

She heard his low and icy voice.

“So, why can your mind only bear to have me in it?”

Jessie seized this question and finally dared to look up at him again–

Completely revealing the infatuation in her eyes.

Like a bashful maiden facing the person she liked.

“Because, I like Your Highness.”

There must not be any human who dared to say they liked him.

So her saying this definitely made her stand out from the crowd.

Arthur’s face revealed perplexity for an instant before vanishing.

He repeated ponderingly, “Like?”