Top Assassin with Superpowers Reborn novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102 Sweet Blood and Teasing Words

She answered, “Sweet.”

He raised an eyebrow triumphantly. “Still mad at me, then?”

“Temporarily forgiven.”

At her words, the triumph in Andrew’s eyes grew even more obvious. Little girls are so easy to appease.

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Margaret thought she was losing her mind. She was the King of Assassins, the Lord of the Hall of Reaper- yet he’d calmed her down with just his blood? Ridiculous!

The cold, stunning girl greedily sucked the man’s blood, like a vampire. Blood stained the corner of her mouth, making her beautiful yet eerie.

The man in the wheelchair, dressed in black, was handsome and exuded a powerful, cold aura-like a king.

He let Margaret suck his blood, no pain on his face; instead, he kind of looked like he was enjoying it.

“Hmm…” He couldn’t help but let out a low groan.

Maggie stopped, frowning. “That feel good?”

Facing her question, he was completely honest. His eyes locked onto hers, bold and dominant. “Maggie, having you suck my blood… it does feel good. Really good.”

Her expression was cold-shyness was utterly foreign to her. She asked teasingly, “Andrew, wanna feel even better?”

Andrew perked up, interested. “How do you plan to make me feel better, Maggie?”

The others nearby, hearing their bizarre conversation, wore awkward expressions.

Charlotte, who was usually impossible to read, couldn’t help but look a little flustered at their words. Is Andrew corrupting her or what?

Walter just kept covering his eyes. Come on, you two! Tone it down a bit-this is getting way too explicit!

Thanks to their suggestive remarks, everyone present looked flustered,

But somehow, the two involved-Margaret and Andrew-stayed completely calm.

Especially Margaret. She seemed utterly shameless. Even as she spoke words that made people’s faces burn, her face remained cool and detached, like an emotionless/goddess.

She raised an eyebrow at him, as if deliberately provoking and teasing. “Andrew, with your current condition… I don’t think you can make me happy.”

He was far too weak.

Andrew’s face darkened. He raised an eyebrow dangerously. “Maggie, how do you know if you don’t try?”

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Chapter 102 Sweet Blood and Teasing Words.

How dare she doubt my ability? So arrogant!

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Seeing he was about to get angry, Margaret brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, a seductive smile playing on her lips. Her delicate, cold face suddenly took on an indescribable charm.

She cooed, her eyes smiling. “Andrew, I’m just joking. Don’t be mad.”

Watching his usually expressionless face twist into anger, she found it amusing-like teasing an irritable little cat, wanting to see him snap.

Maggie’s comfort was more effective than the best tranquilizer in the world. The unhappiness in Andrew’s heart vanished in an instant.

A dark thought crossed his mind. I want to lock Maggie up in a dark room, where she can only be seen by me… every! single day.

Seeing Andrew wasn’t angry anymore, Margaret’s mischief flared up again. She curled her lips, saying deliberately, “Don’t worry, Andrew. Even if you can’t perform then, I’ll give you medicine to make you able.”

Andrew was lost for words.

Margaret was oozing this irresistible, provocative charm.

Andrew’s face turned pitch black. She really dares to say that!

The two chatted casually, their suggestive words making people’s hearts race.

Walter and Charlotte were completely dumbfounded.

Wait, is this real life?The Andrew everyone’s scared of-the cold, ruthless man-is getting teased by a little thing right now?

Walter had seen this kind of surreal scene before, so he stayed relatively calm.

But Charlotte was stunned, her beautiful eyes wide open. The heroic aura of the War Goddess was gone, replaced by pure shock.

She narrowed her eyes, like a cunning fox, glancing at Margaret from time to time. Not bad, not bad at all. This girl is beautiful and bold!

Most importantly, Andrew treats her differently.

In the past, Andrew had never let any woman get close to him-even she, his own aunt, was often chased away by him for being a nuisance.

Charlotte walked over slowly, gritting her teeth through the pain. She gave Margaret an ingratiating smile, then turned to Andrew and asked, “Andrew, who is this beautiful young lady? Which noble family’s daughter

is she?”

No one could’ve guessed that this same woman-who’d stood before her troops as an iron-blooded, ruthless general-would now be smiling like a doting mother.

Seeing Charlotte keep staring at Margaret, Andrew’s eyes gradually darkened, filled with possessiveness.

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