MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Chapter 139: Whose blood?

Feeling a sense of urgency spurred by Nana's departure and the ominous sound of the horn, Blake wasted no time in turning away from the ledge. With swift determination, he retraced his steps, his mind racing with questions and concern.

As he navigated the rugged terrain, Blake's thoughts churned with the unsettling revelations Nana had shared about Elena and the village. The implications of her words weighed heavily on him, casting a shadow over his already tumultuous journey of self-discovery.

He approached the condo with measured steps, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions he struggled to contain. Despite the turmoil brewing within him, he forced himself to adopt a facade of calm and composure, knowing that revealing his inner turmoil could jeopardize his quest for the truth.

As Blake settled into the condo, Elena approached him with a warm smile. "Blake, darling, how was your time at the art cave? Did you manage to recall anything from your visit there?"

Blake returned her smile, though it felt forced. "It was quite an experience, Elena. I felt a certain connection to the surroundings, but nothing concrete yet." For now, perhaps creating a false sense of security was more important than being upright with Elena.

Elena's emerald eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned in closer. "A connection, you say? That's intriguing. Perhaps with more visits, you'll uncover more memories."

Blake nodded, though his mind was elsewhere, consumed by the unsettling revelations from his encounter with Nana. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him since then, but he knew better than to let his guard down around Elena.

"Perhaps," he replied vaguely, offering Elena a reassuring smile. "For now, I'll keep exploring and see where it leads."

Elena seemed satisfied with his response, though a flicker of something unreadable passed through her eyes. "Of course, darling. Take all the time you need. I'm here whenever you're ready to share your discoveries."

Elena's piercing gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than usual, but Blake met her scrutiny with a cool, unaffected demeanor. He couldn't afford to let her suspicions be aroused, not until he had more concrete answers to the questions plaguing his mind.

As Elena moved away, Blake couldn't help but wonder about the woman who had crossed his path earlier. Nana's words echoed in his mind, casting a shadow over his interactions with Elena. Could there be truth to her accusations, or was he simply succumbing to paranoia?

With how good Elena treated and seemed to desire him, he couldn't even begin to wrap his head around how she could be that wicked towards an entire village as to causing that much suffering according to what Nana said.

As he mulled over the implications of Nana's words, Blake couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was more to Elena than met the eye. Yet, despite his reservations, he hesitated to confront her with Nana's allegations, fearing the repercussions of such a revelation.

With a heavy heart, Blake resolved to tread carefully, knowing that the answers he sought lay shrouded in darkness, waiting to be uncovered.

As night descended upon the tranquil confines of the mansion, Blake found himself engulfed in a tempest of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Lying on his bed, surrounded by the hushed stillness of the night, he grappled with the weight of his present predicament.

Torn between whom to believe and whom to trust, Blake felt the disorienting sting of uncertainty gnawing at the edges of his consciousness. The realization that he knew so little about himself only served to compound his sense of isolation and confusion.

Yet, amidst the tumult of his thoughts, a glimmer of hope flickered to life within him. Recalling Elena's use of a phone earlier, he wondered if he, too, had once possessed such a device. If so, it could hold the key to unlocking the mysteries of his past—a lifeline tethering him to the fragments of his forgotten identity.

Because if he had a phone then he should surely have some contacts, yes? Family maybe? Friends even.He decided however that it was too late to go bother Elena about that and was going to ask first thing in the morning.

At least that wasn't going to raise any suspicions connecting him to Nana.He still didn't completely believe what was said about Elena but to be safe, keeping his mouth shut would protect Nana and her people. And perhaps, protect him as well.

Resolving to seek answers at the first light of dawn, Blake pushed aside the tendrils of doubt that threatened to ensnare him. Despite his reservations about Elena and the unsettling revelations from Nana, he knew that maintaining a facade of normalcy was paramount.

Meanwhile, outside the mansion by the shore, Elena stood gracefully against the backdrop of the moonlit sea, her figure enveloped in a delicate lingerie that shimmered in the pale light. A glass of crimson liquid cradled in her hand, she exuded an air of aristocratic elegance as she surveyed the rolling waves with a sense of serene detachment.

As Drake approached, his presence barely a whisper against the night, Elena turned to regard him with a regal poise, her emerald eyes alight with a cool intensity. Her voice, when she spoke, was laced with a refined authority that brooked no dissent.

"Ah, Drake," she greeted him with a subtle tilt of her head, her tone measured and composed. "You mentioned you wished to speak with me?"

Drake, ever the picture of deference, bowed low before her, his words suffused with a reverence that bordered on adulation. "My lady, your wisdom and grace surpass all others. In your presence, one cannot help but marvel at the perfection you embody."

Elena's response was swift, her words cutting through the night air with a precision honed by years of command. "Flattery, dear Drake, is a tired art," she remarked with a quirk of her lips, her gaze penetrating through his facade of devotion.

Drake's apology came swift and sincere, his head still bowed in deference as he sought to assuage any offense he may have unwittingly caused. "Forgive me, my lady. It is simply that each day in your presence feels as if I am witnessing a miracle."

Elena's response was measured, her demeanor betraying none of the amusement that danced behind her eyes. "Your loyalty is commendable, Drake," she acknowledged with a nod, her voice a cool breeze cutting through the night air.

Turning her attention to the glass in her hand, Elena took a measured sip before addressing Drake with a question that hung heavy in the air. "And the blood, Drake," she inquired with a hint of intrigue, her expression inscrutable beneath the moon's silver gaze. "Whose essence have you brought me this night?"