Chapter 4 You Taste Good

“Hey!” Suddenly, a hand tapped on his shoulder, a chill creeping up from behind. Samson looked at her with an icy gaze, his face devoid of any expression. Ariel finally managed to get a clear look at the man's true features. His face was strikingly handsome, with sharp, well-defined angles. His eyes were clear, and his tall, straight nose exuded nobility. With rosy lips and pearly white teeth, his face was nothing short of regal. Had he lived nine thousand years ago, he would have undoubtedly been seen as the epitome of an emperor. Strangely enough, he was marked by a fate of great misfortune, destined to live a life of solitude. His destiny was at odds with his status. She observed the man's aura again. It was as cool and aloof as if a deity had descended to the mortal realm. Perhaps when he fell to the mortal realm, he landed on his feet first, which resulted in his limp. Now, he could only sit in a wheelchair. Ariel narrowed her eyes slightly, taking a deep breath. She could faintly detect an elusive scent of floral-scented blood with the man's natural musk. He has a wound on his body! She looked closely. Indeed, the man had an inconspicuous bandage wrapped around his wrist, hidden beneath his sleeve. “Floral scent... The scent is just like that of my nemesis' blood.” Ariel's eyes sparkled. In this world, there were very few people who possessed floral-scented blood. Up until now, she had only encountered two such individuals. One of them was long dead and buried. One was close at hand, exuding an enticing scent all over. The allure of the floral-scented blood was irresistible to her, bordering on fatal attraction. Just a single sip could send her spiraling into euphoria. I am going to have this man! I will have his soul and his flesh. I will have them all! Samson had long since grown accustomed to the unusual stares from others, yet the way this girl looked at him made him feel distinctly uncomfortable. It was as if she was scrutinizing her prey. Prey? Hah, she's undoubtedly the first person who dares to regard me as prey. Samson lifted his gaze, his deep, indifferent eyes sharply focused on her, causing a heavy sense of oppression to wash over her. Ariel slightly raised her eyebrows, flashing him a grin and a playful wink. A glimmer of indifference flashed in Samson's eyes. She truly has no reservations about herself. Ariel greedily stared at him. Just as she was about to make a move, the doors to the banquet hall were flung open, revealing a group of individuals clad in uniforms. Christopher also appeared, his expression cold as he pointed at her. “It was her. She injured over a dozen of my bodyguards.” As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room was in an uproar. Everyone's incredulous gaze fell on Ariel. She's just a petite girl, not even reaching one hundred and sixty centimeters in height, with a slender and dark complexion. How could she possibly stand a chance against Mr. Fletcher's well-trained bodyguards? Those bodyguards are all tough characters who come from legitimate security firms. Had Christopher not seen it with his own eyes, the men he'd sent to capture her beaten and piled up in the stairwell like toppled dominos, he would never have believed she was capable of such a feat. The facts were clear. Indeed, it was Ariel who had injured the bodyguards. “All right, Ariel, you caused a ruckus in public, disturbed the peace, and intentionally injured others. You're under arrest,” the leader declared. “You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used against you in court.” He then presented a pair of silver handcuffs. Ariel was no fool. From the memories of the host watching black-and-white television, she knew that only suspects of a crime would be handcuffed. “I was merely defending myself. What did I do wrong?” She nudged Samson with her elbow. “Right!” A hint of annoyance crossed Samson's face. He wasn't particularly fond of being touched by others. Yet, what was peculiar was that the moment she touched him, the oppressive feeling that had troubled him for years suddenly lessened considerably. This oppressive feeling, as explained by the master whom his grandfather had invited, was due to his heavy sins from his past life. His soul had carried many burdens, resulting in an uncontrollable sense of pain. She must be a mere coincidence, right? Everyone gasped in shock. She actually dares to touch Samson, the harbinger of misfortune? Without a doubt, this country bumpkin is done for! Christopher was taken aback. Ariel actually knows Samson? How is this possible? Rumors suggest that Samson is a harbinger of doom, allegedly responsible for his own parents' demise. Since childhood, no one has been willing to befriend him. How did the country bumpkin come to know him? “Heh, so the country bumpkin is already showing her colors. You're so eager to cling onto the influential Lovell family of Jacaster, huh?” Ariel subtly raised her eyebrows. Cling onto the influential Lovell family? What does that mean? Her gaze fell upon Samson's legs once again as if he were her prey. Though his legs were no longer functional, they were indeed long and straight, appearing as if they could sustain her for a considerable length of time. “Mr. Lovell, do you know her?” Christopher asked with a hint of respect in his tone. Samson gave him a cold, merciless glance. Though no words were spoken, it seemed as if everything had been said. Christopher had a strong distaste for his cold, emotionless demeanor, but there was nothing he could do. The Lovell family of Jacaster was an elite household, a presence that even the Fletcher family had to look up to. So, he decided to give him a bit of respect. “It seems like Mr. Lovell doesn't recognize this country bumpkin. Take her away. I'm going to make sure she rots in jail and never gets out!” The staff in uniform immediately rushed up to grab her. Ariel had just exhausted her remaining strength fighting the bodyguards, and now, relying solely on physical strength, she couldn't possibly defeat these men. She gazed at Samson with a voracious intensity, her lifeless eyes brimming with hidden turmoil. Suddenly, she moved, her agility akin to lightning. She made another move that caught everyone off guard. She took a swift stride and lunged forward. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she threw herself into Samson's arms and fiercely bit down on his delicate, pale neck. Everyone present took a sharp intake of breath. Samson was notoriously bad luck. Anyone who got close to him was bound to experience misfortune. Yet, Ariel was different. Not only did she throw herself into his arms, but she also bit his neck like a vampire. The atmosphere in the banquet hall instantly turned icy. “Let go of Mr. Lovell!” Samson's bodyguards arrived in a flustered and exasperated state, yet not a single one dared to approach within three meters to pull her away. Samson hadn't expected that this unremarkable girl would dare to tarnish his reputation in public. He only felt a sharp pain in his neck, vividly sensing her icy lips forcefully drawing his blood. His strikingly handsome face instantly turned dark and gloomy. He forcefully gripped her shoulder with one hand, then abruptly pushed her away, sending her flying quite a distance. Instead of getting angry, Ariel smiled. Her exposed fangs, still stained with his blood, formed an unsettling and eerie grin. “Darling, you taste good.”