Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Chapter 600: Apollo Takes Eunid

Eunid guided Nora to a quieter corner of the ballroom, away from the crowds and the scrutinizing eyes. As the music and chatter continued around them, Eunid noticed something off. Nora was fidgeting, nervously playing with her fingers and smoothing her dress repeatedly. Her unease was apparent, and Eunid’s brow furrowed as he leaned in slightly.

"Is everything okay?" he asked gently.

She nodded, but her eyes didn’t meet his. The avoidance spoke louder than her words. Eunid knew there was more she wasn’t saying, and with a soft sigh, he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"You know you can ask anything of me, right?" he said quietly. "After all, you saved my life. You deserve anything I can give you."

At this, Nora slowly lifted her head, her eyes finally meeting his with a hesitant gaze. She bit her lip as if contemplating whether to speak, but then the words tumbled out, unplanned and raw.

"Am I a burden?"

The question hit Eunid unexpectedly. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but before he could respond, Nora continued.

"It’s just... it’s obvious that people hate you now because of me," she said, her voice soft but filled with guilt. "No one wants to come near you. Not like your friends. Everyone’s rushing to them, but no one even looks our way."

A low chuckle escaped Eunid’s lips, much to Nora’s confusion. His hand slid to her waist, pulling her gently closer as his eyes softened.

"That’s not your fault," he said with a reassuring smile. "I’m a member of the Dilijan family. People have their reasons for keeping their distance."

He leaned in, his lips brushing close to her ear as he whispered softly, "And if you are a burden, then understand that I enjoy carrying you."

Eunid spun around, his eyes widening in surprise. Standing behind him, holding a delicate jasmine flower between his fingers, was none other than Apollo, the heir of the Chastity family. His golden hair glistened under the dim garden lights, and a predatory smile played on his lips. The scent of jasmine filled the air, and even from where he stood, Eunid could smell its intoxicating fragrance.

Apollo’s gaze was intense, like a predator sizing up its prey—a lion watching an antelope caught in its trap, savoring the innocence before its inevitable demise. Eunid’s heart raced as Apollo took slow, deliberate steps toward him, the look in his eyes sending shivers down his spine.

"Apollo," Eunid said cautiously, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "Were you the one who sent the message to me?"

Apollo’s smile widened, though there was something dark in his expression. "Maybe, maybe not," he replied with a shrug, his tone playful but laced with malice. "Regardless, you want it, don’t you?"

Eunid hesitated for only a moment before nodding. He had come this far, and he couldn’t turn back now.

Apollo’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Good. But I want something else from you too."

With that, Apollo continued his slow approach, his hands reaching out until they cupped Eunid’s cheeks. The sudden intimacy of the gesture caught Eunid off guard, and though his instincts screamed at him to pull away, he was frozen in place, unsure of Apollo’s next move.

But the uncertainty didn’t last long. Without warning, Apollo pressed his lips to Eunid’s in a forceful, possessive kiss. Eunid’s eyes widened in shock, and he struggled, pushing against Apollo’s chest, but Apollo’s grip was firm, and he held on, refusing to let go.

The kiss was invasive, aggressive, and Eunid could feel the desperation in Apollo’s touch. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing as panic set in. He had to stop this—he had to get away. In a last-ditch effort, Eunid bit down hard on Apollo’s lip, forcing him to pull back with a sharp gasp.

Apollo staggered, blood trickling from his bitten lip as he coughed and spat to the side, his eyes flashing with anger. He wiped the blood from his mouth, his expression darkening as he glared at Eunid.

"How dare you?" Apollo snarled, his voice low and dangerous, the predatory gleam in his eyes now replaced with fury.