Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

When Lucy arrived at Agarwood Pavilion, she smelled the strong odor of blood again even before she had entered the room. Her expression changed suddenly and she ran in immediately.

“Prince Kurt, are you okay?”

When the maids present saw Lucy approaching, they turned their attention from Kurt to Lucy and said, “Ms. Lucy, you're finally here. Prince Kurt just passed out.”

Lucy rushed to the bed.

Kurt was lying unconscious on the bed without any movement. His beautiful and delicate face looked ashen under the glow of the lamp next to him.

On the corner of his lips was a sliver of blood that hadn't been wiped clean.

“He vomited blood?”

A chill ran down her spine at the sight.

The maids nodded worryingly and pointed to the floor they had just cleaned.

The people who got infected that night only had unbearable diarrhea and stomachache. However, Kurt's condition was much more severe. Naturally, that got them worried.

After hearing them out, Lucy ignored them and told them to leave the room.

“Leave the room for now.”

“Huh? But Ms. Lucy, what do you—”

looked at

turned around and glared at them with a bone-chilling gaze. “Didn't

maids trembled and

with her foul temper? She's not

how she's already acting like a consort before even becoming one.

it's possible. But with so many candidates in the tribe, there's going to be

wait and see. Isn't Prince

the king's heir that was just around the corner, they

see what was going

aware of the maids' gossip as she was examining Kurt in

him with an unorthodox method. Instead of diagnosing his pulse like when she did to the man upon entering the palace, she had taken out her sharp dagger

Kurt's wrist and swiftly slit across it with

Spurt!

out from

at the blood. Then, she quickly took out a vial of green liquid and poured it into his

emptied the vial, something started to wriggle from within the wound. After a while, a squishy, black, worm-like object crawled

it really just

with her hairpin to get a closer

object seemed like it was sick and didn't want to move, she knew then that there was nothing wrong with it.

put

pill, the worm-like object immediately buried itself into the wound as

Kurt's complexion

who had slept until the sun