This sentence could easily be misunderstood.
Seeing the sudden wariness in Rosalind’s eyes, Ulric’s voice softened, and he retracted his manic demeanor, returning to his original gentlemanly warmth.
“Just a dinner.”
“And then you’ll take me to see B7?”
“Yes.”
Rosalind had no other choice at this point.
She crossed the street to Malcolm’s car and knocked on the window.
Before she could speak, Malcolm anxiously said, “Rosalind, I suddenly can’t reach B7!”
“Ulric took him away.”
“… Then I’ll go find Ulric!”
Rosalind quickly stopped him. “He’s been triggered by something. Don’t provoke him! Confronting Ulric head-on isn’t wise. You should go back; I’ll handle him.”
“You want me to leave you alone with Ulric? He just-”
“Malcolm, I’m so close to the truth! I can’t afford any setbacks now.”
“But if Ulric finds out your true intentions for finding B7, he’ll definitely intercept the evidence! Are you willing to bet that he’ll choose you over his parents?”
Of course not.
Even Rosalind understood if Ulric chose to protect his parents.
Anyone would prioritize their parents, especially since his mother was seriously ill. Sending her to prison would be like sending her to her death.
“That’s why I need to calm Ulric down and find a chance to contact B7 alone! If we miss this opportunity, we might never connect with B7 again.”
Her reasoning was always convincing.
Malcolm couldn’t think of anything to counter her argument.
“Rosalind, I’m worried he’ll force you!”
“He said it’s just dinner.”
“You believe him?”
Rosalind nodded. “I do. He’s never lied to me.”
…
Watching Malcolm’s car drive away until it disappeared from sight, Rosalind turned back.
Ulric stood where he was, now holding a lit cigarette.
The slap mark on his face had faded significantly, the blood on his thin lips had dried, and his usually neat short hair was slightly disheveled, contrasting with his usual cold demeanor.
Ulric had taken off his suit jacket and draped it over his arm. Even in this slightly disheveled state, he still exuded the noble air of an aristocrat.
It was an inherent superiority he possessed.
His dark eyes followed Rosalind’s movements as she walked to Malcolm’s car, spoke briefly, and then obediently returned to his side. Only then did a slight smile appear on his lips, causing the wound on them to reopen and bleed again.
“We can go now.” Rosalind kept her head down, avoiding his gaze so he couldn’t read her thoughts. After a few steps, she couldn’t help but take a tissue from her bag and hand it to him. “Wipe it.”
Ulric smiled and casually wiped his lips with his fingertip. “No need. I wish you’d bitten harder.”
The wound could last longer, allowing him to savor today’s kiss a few more times.
“… Are you insane?”
He lowered his eyes. “I should see a doctor.”
This illness would cost money to treat! Late-stage love obsession.
Rosalind was speechless. “Ulric, don’t think that using self-pity will make me forget what you’ve done! If you ever do that again-I will bite you even harder!”
His hand holding the cigarette paused as he looked up at her with eyes so deep they seemed ready to consume her.
“Really?”