Claire was living with a middle-aged maid in a house this big. But as of the moment the maid was taking two days off, so it could be said that there were only three of them in the house.

Claire seemed to be Ellen's childhood friend who had known her well, were it not for Ellen's memories, then Aaric would have had a hard time keeping up with Claire's conversations.

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Not only that, Claire's kindness and how the two of them had been so close all this time, made Aaric feel a little uncomfortable because after he left this body, Claire would lose Ellen forever.

Well, even now it could be said that Ellen had died after Aaric possessed her body.

This was one of the things Aaric hated whenever he had to get a new body, because that person would no longer exist.

"So you helped her escape?" Claire looked at Ellen with disbelief in her eyes. "I didn't think, at this time and age, there are still parents who force marriage on their children..." Claire muttered, then she looked at Mila sympathetically.

On the other hand, Mila could only remain silent, letting Aaric contort a story for her. However, the longer Aaric talked, the more Mila disagreed with this man's imagination, which she thought was absurd.

What did he mean by running away before the wedding? Was he trying to tell the truth? At least Aaric could make up a better story than that, right?

"Yeah, I didn't expect her family to treat her like that either," Aaric said sympathetically. He then cast a pitying glance at Mila to confirm his acting in front of Claire.

Receiving a stare like that, made Mila feel a sudden urge to bare out her claws and fangs, then hurt this man to erase that annoying facial expression off his face.

"So, what is your plan?" Claire turned her attention back to Mila while placing a plate of food in front of her.

"For the starters, Mila and I will trouble you by staying here for a few days until I find a proper place to live for her, you are fine with that, right? I think this house has a lot of empty rooms," Aaric answered Claire's question even though it was aimed at Mila.

"You don't have to worry about that," Claire said, waving her hand. "You can choose whichever room you want."

On the other hand, Mila stared at a piece of smoked chicken that was covered in butter sauce, still emitting some faint vapor along with an appetizing smell.

Of course seeing this delicious food, Aaric immediately ate it without shame, he was very hungry after the long journey and his attempt to escape from the research center and also the fight with the vampires.

However, Mila did not feel the same way. She stared at the delicious food in front of her with a pair of furrowed brows and a look of disgust.

To distract Claire from Mila's expression, Aaric then said, "Could you give us a change of clothes? We didn't bring anything with us when we came here," he said.

"You don't have to worry about clothes, you can wear mine," Claire offered, then devoured her food.

And the dinner went on without anything significant happening, at least for Aaric and Claire, but the same thing couldn't be said for Mila.

Although Aaric didn't say it directly, but from the way the man looked at her, it was clear what he wanted to say.

Aaric hinted at Mila to eat the chicken, because otherwise Claire would suspect Mila and that was the last thing they wanted.

But, the problem was; the chicken tasted like sand on Mila's tongue. She couldn't enjoy it at all and wanted to spit it out after the first bite itself.

However, Aaric gripped her hand tightly, as a warning not to do so.

The dinner was the worst moment Mila had ever experienced and now she was throwing up all the chicken she had eaten in the toilet bowl after their dinner was over. Now, she was in the room she was going to share with Aaric.

"You are okay?" Aaric asked, he walked over to Mila, knelt beside her and pulled her hair to keep it from getting dirty. "Is that very bad?"

Mila then pressed the flush button before she faced Aaric with a pair of fierce eyes. "I feel like I just ate sh*t," she hissed viciously.

"Mila, you never eat sh*t," Aaric sighed when he heard Mila's exaggerated analogy. "I don't know how the food tastes to you, but is it really that bad?"

"The food was terrible," Mila corrected Aaric.

After finishing, Mila then washed her mouth and face. She felt very weak now. Maybe it was because she had just vomited or the fact that she was still hungry… or thirsty? Mila couldn't decide which one…

"What are you doing?" Mila frowned when she saw Aaric thrusting his arm in front of her.

"Bite me, you need blood to replenish your energy," Aaric said.

"You are crazy?" Mila pushed away Aaric's hand and walked out of the bathroom with unsteady steps.