Ethan’s eyes widened to their absolute limit. Ignoring his reaction, I firmly closed his jaw, ensuring his teeth clamped down hard enough to leave a mark on my injured finger.

“Ugh.”

Spit.

Ethan quickly released my finger, spitting it out as if repelled. As he grasped the situation, his face darkened with fury, and his glare turned so sharp it felt like it could kill.

“What the hell did you just do?”

“If Sir Ethan is infected, then I must be too, since you bit me. We’re in this together now.”

“Miss Cherry, this is going too far!”

“I know. So, are you going to tell everyone to kill me because I’m infected?”

Ethan couldn’t answer, staring at me with confused eyes that seemed utterly lost—like someone who had forgotten their words, their path, and their purpose. He looked at me as though he had no idea what to do next.

Right now, Ethan must feel like he’d been handed a death sentence. His turbulent reaction made sense under the circumstances.@@novelbin@@

“You want isolation, don’t you? Fine. We’ll do that—after we get back to Happy House. I’ll join you in quarantine.”

Ethan remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Finally, he spoke.

“What if I turn into a monster before then?”

“I’m strong. You know that, right? I’ll snap your neck in one go. It won’t hurt.”

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