"..." O-Old Monster?
He... How did he become a monster?
An Old Monster, no less?
Kaitles's confidence had truly taken a heavy blow.
The vampires had always judged one another by the strength of their abilities, the perfection of their appearance, and whether their bloodline was pure and noble.
As the Vampire Prince, a second-generation vampire, and the strongest existence among the third generation, he had never been disliked by anyone before.
And certainly never rejected so thoroughly.
Su Qiao looked coldly at the man, whose face seemed to have been struck by lightning. "You have the pride of your vampire race. Do you think I don't have my own pride?"
Besides, for vampires, especially, wasn't this kind of thing perfectly normal?
That was also one of the reasons Su Qiao had never gone looking for him.
He had lived for thousands of years. Who knew how many women he had had?
The other reason, of course, was that she was afraid he would fight her for their son.
"If you really want to settle accounts, you should go after the person who injured you and take revenge. He was the one who left you in such a sorry state."
Vampires, especially ancient high-ranking vampires like him, possessed an innate pride.
Being forcefully subdued by a woman would inevitably wound his pride, but he couldn't come after her, another victim, could he?
In any case, Su Qiao had made up her mind. She wasn't going to take responsibility for this.
Kaitles's dark eyes grew shadowy as he stared at her for a long time, as though studying a rare and strange work of art.
"You really are... very special."
He had assumed that she was being so self-righteous because she didn't know his true identity.
But it turned out she