Chapter 11 Do Not Let Yourself Bleed

• At this moment, Chelsea was back in her short nightgown, and I had no idea when she had returned.
• She held a ladies' cigarette between her lips, narrowing her eyes at Lilith, seated on the windowsill.
• Lilith, too, was staring back at Chelsea. Frowning deeply, she rose from the windowsill.
• The atmosphere within the room turned somewhat eerie.
• The two beautiful women locked eyes, completely disregarding my presence. I leaned against the headboard, watching them, a bit bewildered.
• “Barging in without a greeting. Do you think I'm a pushover?” Chelsea uttered feistily.
• Lilith refused to be outdone, responding coolly, “What can you do to me?”
• Somehow, these two women were instantly at daggers drawn upon meeting.
• Chelsea strolled into my room with the cigarette clamped between her lips. Her eyes flickered with a dangerous glimmer, and the previously languid aura about her shifted, hinting at a touch of murderous intent.
• Lilith's clothes fluttered about her body as the chill wind wrapped around her. The room's temperature dipped once again.
• By the looks of it, the two women were about to take action.
• At that moment, I snapped back to reality and jumped off the bed, positioning myself between them, saying, “Ladies, let's not get physical and talk this out first.”
• I hurriedly continued, “Let me introduce you. This is Chelsea Zeller, the owner of this house. I'm staying here temporarily, so you can say she's my landlord. And this is Lilith Tudor. Well, technically, she's my wife!”
• After the brief introduction, I noticed the two women looking at me oddly, their gaze primarily focused on my lower half.
• It was only then that I realized, accustomed as I was to sleep in the nude, that I was now standing bare-bottomed in front of two beautiful women.
• Thankfully, none of them were ordinary people. Otherwise, they might have thought I was acting indecently.
• I quickly wrapped myself in the blanket, my face burning hot. After all, I hadn't quite mastered the art of hiding my embarrassment.
• “Nice assets!” Chelsea looked at me, smirking. Her large eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.
• You pervert!
• Before I could respond, Chelsea turned to Lilith, casually exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, “It's none of my business if you're engaged in a ghost marriage with him. But this is my turf. He can stay here, but you can't!”
• Upon hearing Chelsea's words, Lilith raised an eyebrow, clearly displeased with the former's attitude. Just as she was about to respond, I interrupted her.
• “Umm, I must stay here for a while, mainly because I have nowhere else to go!” I explained to Lilith with a wry smile.
• Lilith stared at Chelsea hard before turning to me and whispering, “Be careful. This place is a little more complicated than you think!”
• With that, Lilith's figure flickered, disappearing directly from the edge of the windowsill. Truly, her comings and goings were as elusive as a shadow.
• After Lilith left, Chelsea once again revealed her languid charm. She flashed a flirtatious glance at me, smiling seductively. “The night is long, and since your wife has been driven away, will you be lonely? Would you like me to stay and keep you company?”
• Her allure could truly arouse the beast within one's heart. I forcefully suppressed the raging flame within and managed a strained laugh. “You jest, Chelsea. If there's nothing else, you should head back and get some sleep!”
• This woman seemed entirely different than before, displaying an unscrupulous demeanor. Although a part of me wanted to give in to my primal urges, the last shred of rationality within me warned that if I dared to act on those impulses, the consequences would be dire.
• “Very well!” Chelsea smiled, saying sensually, “If you can't sleep, knock on my door. I'll be waiting for you!”
• Once she finished speaking, she turned and left with a gleeful laugh, leaving me with a silhouette that sparked endless imagination.
• I hurriedly shut the door, breathing somewhat heavily. I forced myself not to dwell on the vividly sensual images that had just unfolded before me. After quite some time, the restlessness within me gradually began to subside.
• No, something's off!
• At this point, after clearing my head, I distinctly felt that something was amiss.
• Even though I was hot-blooded, it didn't mean I lacked self-control. Having already experienced the trials of adult films from Japrium, there was no way I'd be thrown into such disarray by just a bit of teasing.
• Lincoln, the owner of Macroflora Hall, assured me I need not worry about safety after staying here. It was clear that he had immense faith in Chelsea. Considering the scene I had just witnessed, it was evident that she was no ordinary person.
• However, Lilith's attitude toward her left me feeling somewhat helpless.
• I wasn't sure why Lilith insisted I leave this place as quickly as possible, but where else could I go? This was the only place I could stay at the moment.
• Once again, I fell into a deep sleep, and the night passed quietly.
• The following morning, I woke up early in haste. After freshening up, I noticed the firmly shut door of Chelsea's room. I assumed she was still asleep, so I stealthily left the apartment.
• After grabbing a bite at a food stall, I arrived at Macroflora Hall and found Lincoln calmly holding a teapot. Upon seeing me, he pointed at the counter, gesturing for me to clean.
• There wasn't much to instruct. After I wiped down the counter and gave Macroflora Hall a thorough clean, over an hour had passed.
• After a short break, Lincoln approached me, carrying a small cloth pouch. He placed it in front of me.
• Under my puzzled gaze, he said softly, “You're here doing odd jobs, and you're not usually busy. When you're free, try learning from that book. I can guide you as well... Stop looking at me like that. I've said it before. I'm not interested in your book. I won't peek or learn secretly. You can trust me on that!”
• He paused before continuing, “Your grandpa handed you that book, probably feeling pretty conflicted. He wanted you to live an ordinary life, but that idea seems slightly naive now. Kid, have you ever thought about what you'll do if your grandpa can't come back in three months? You can't possibly be thinking of staying here under my protection forever, can you?”
• His words rendered me silent.
• What should I do if Grandpa truly can't return after three months? I haven't the slightest notion!
• I hadn't dared to entertain such a possibility, nor did I wish to.
• After sipping his tea, Lincoln leisurely said, “That book is your last resort. If you could master or even understand a small part of it, you wouldn't be as powerless as you are now when dealing with those who want to cause you trouble...”
• “Why were those people causing trouble for our Meyer family?” Upon hearing what Lincoln said, I couldn't help but ask, “Grandpa mentioned that some of these issues are related to my parents. What exactly is going on?”
• Lincoln glanced at me, his voice calm as he replied, “I'm not entirely familiar with your family's affairs. All I know is that the contents of that book are not to be taken lightly. Learning from it or not is entirely up to you. I'm merely offering a suggestion.”
• After saying that, he picked up the teapot and headed toward the backyard.
• As he approached the backyard entrance, Lincoln's steps faltered momentarily. He turned to look at me, casually asking, “Did you sleep well last night? She didn't do anything to you, did she?”
• “Huh?” Taken aback, I instinctively responded, “I had a pretty good sleep!”
• “Oh, that's fine then!” Lincoln's expression was somewhat peculiar, vaguely stating, “I forgot to mention this to you yesterday. Be careful while you're staying there. Don't let yourself bleed, not even a small wound... Well, I don't know how to explain it to you. Just treat it as her having hematophobia. Pay utmost attention to this!”
• He didn't wait for my response and headed straight for the backyard.