Chapter 2

The panting in Julian Hayes’s bedroom had just subsided.

I pushed open the door, carrying a fresh set of clothes.

With a hint of eager deference, I respectfully placed the clothes in Julian’s hands.

“Darling, these are clean.”

While Julian changed, I quickly picked up his discarded underwear from the floor, clutching it to my chest.

The sticky liquid on the underwear dripped onto my hand.

Far from being repulsed, I leaned in, sniffing it carefully.

The color was too yellow, the scent too strong.

“Darling, you seem a bit overheated lately. I’ll ask the doctor to prescribe something for you.”

Then I swiftly picked up the last sock from the floor and scurried out.

All of Julian Hayes’s personal garments were hand-washed by me.

His underwear and socks soaking in hot water released a decadent, sweet aroma.

It tempted me to lean down and take a deep, hungry breath.

Sickly sweet, mixed with all sorts of complex scents.

So delicious!

So satisfying!

I could even feel the deep-seated siren bloodline within me stirring restlessly.

At this rate,

Julian Hayes needed to sleep with just one more type of woman, and then he would be ready to be refined into the Ultimate Tonic.

It wouldn’t be for naught that I had painstakingly helped him find 99 different types of women before.

I was about to lean in for another confirmation sniff.

When Julian’s impatient voice cut through the air.

“Rowan! Are you trying to fob me off with *these* clothes now?”

I immediately understood, and scurried back, pulling out several bespoke power suits from the depths of the wardrobe.

Then, skillfully, I helped Julian put on his socks and shoes.

Julian looked at his reflection in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

I nodded with equal satisfaction.

My Ultimate Tonic, I’ve worked so hard to nurture you to this perfection.

You absolutely *must not* disappoint my expectations.

Julian noticed the tears welling in my eyes.

Impatiently, he flicked a tissue at my face.

“Haven’t you figured out your place yet, after all this time? Don’t think a few tears will make me feel anything for you.”

“A dirty scavenger like you will never compare to Seraphina.”

My eyes darted, and I snatched the tissue before it fell to the floor.

I blew my nose hard, then, with a sniffle, cautioned him in a tearful voice:

“Darling, there are many women in this house, all kinds. But Miss Thorne is different, you absolutely mustn’t…”

My words were cut short by the sound of Julian storming out of the room.

Leaving me with just one parting shot.

“Stop with your fake act. Your filthy mouth doesn’t even deserve to speak her name.”

Seeing his attitude, I breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, to complete the Ultimate Tonic, he needed to lie with 100 different types of women.

But there was one crucial taboo: he absolutely couldn’t touch a virgin.

Otherwise, all my previous efforts would be for nothing.

And Seraphina Thorne was currently the epitome of pure beauty.

Julian Hayes’s beloved, whom he treasured like a precious jewel.

They had grown up together, and if I hadn’t interfered,

They would probably be married by now.

A pang of guilt pricked me.

After all, I had broken up a couple.

Oh well.

Once Julian was refined into the Ultimate Tonic, letting Seraphina get a whiff of him would be a good enough compensation.