Bab 354: Makes me crave blood

Zoren Pierson might be a sickly man everyone knew or had heard about. Regardless of that, women in the upper echelon would always agree to a date with him. But right now, Patricia couldn't help but see him as more than just a sickly man.

Zoren was a gentleman.

He was kind.

Not just the way he spoke, which was pleasant to the ear, but there was something regal in every little movement he made. Even his blinks seemed to exude nobility; the slight curl of his lips was attractive, and the way he looked at her made her feel special.

It was flattering, enough to make a woman's heart swell with appreciation.

That was what Patricia felt from the moment she met his eyes tonight until now, as they walked through the pathways of this vast landscape. Glancing at her hand on his arm, she pursed her lips sheepishly.

"You're a little old-fashioned, aren't you?" she blurted out, only to get nervous when his brows rose. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it that way."