The Runaway Female Lead Doesn't Run Away (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 93

“Offer yourself to me, Your Grace.”

At those words, Rozé slowly untied the ribbon fastened at the front of her chest. Her skin, previously hidden beneath her clothing, was now fully exposed. Silence hung heavily between them.

Clayton stared into Rozé’s eyes, which gazed up at him with deliberate enticement. He looked in turn at her red hair illuminated by the moonlight and her face, which wore a faint, alluring smile directed at him. Then his gaze dropped and settled firmly on Rozé’s pale, exposed neck.

Feeling Clayton’s intense scrutiny, Rozé grew bolder in her actions—she was certain he would drink her blood. Fueled by surging confidence, she raised both arms and draped them over his shoulders.

It had been quite some time since Clayton last drank human blood. Perhaps due to the side effects, he had reportedly been drinking the blood of all kinds of animals instead.

That was why, recently, corpses of large and small animals had been piling up within the ducal estate.

‘Poor man.’

The Duke’s self-imposed seclusion in the mansion had deeply touched her heart. There was also a strange sense of satisfaction in seeing the man, who had always presented a flawless image, now standing before her in disarray.

It was time. Everything was falling perfectly into place.

Starting today, once he drank her blood, the only thing left would be for her to fill the vacant position of Duchess.

‘Right now, I am the only one who can save Your Grace.’

Rozé pitied Clayton, imagining how agonizing it must have been for him to drink the carcasses of lowly beasts. She had no doubt that she was the savior destined to rescue him from such suffering.

A vision of a blissful future with Clayton filled her mind. At this thought, the corners of Rozé’s eyes crinkled into a smile.

‘Once today passes, Your Grace will be…’

Mine.

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