Chapter 1991

Manfred's cold eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze swept toward the hand clutching his arm. That hand—slender, fair and beautiful, was the most beautiful hand he had ever seen. Then, a sudden thought crossed his mind. Such a beautiful hand… It should be cut off. But just as quickly as it came, it was crushed. Another voice echoed in his head, stronger, darker—"I dare anyone to lay a single finger on her!" The killing intent in that voice was overwhelming. One command and the first thought was utterly erased. Manfred frowned. "What do you mean by that? I've always been here." As the words left his lips, his headache grew even worse. Vivian froze. "Are… Are you really Manfred?" A bizarre, absurd feeling rose inside her. The man before her was Manfred. And at the same time—not Manfred. He was familiar. Yet, in some moments, he felt like a complete stranger. Manfred's gaze darkened. The words left his mouth before he could even think. "I am." "But… some