Just then, Daniel received a text message about Edward.
After reading it, he sneered, his laughter filled with mockery and disdain. 'So that's it. Edward is a Blood Angel. His target isn't Natalie; it's me. Interesting. Let's play.'
Edward elegantly raised his exquisite wine glass, lightly clinking it against Natalie's. A hint of suspicion and displeasure flickered in his eyes. "Natalie, aren't you divorced from Daniel? Why are you with him?"
"I thought you were completely out of his life. I can't believe he's here. Natalie, what's going on?" Edward gently swirled the wine in his glass. The crimson liquid shimmered alluringly in the light.
Natalie's hand trembled slightly as she held her glass, a flicker of embarrassment and hesitation crossing her face.
"It... it's an accident," she
