7:00 p.m., Same DayMurong Wuque slowly descended the stairs.The sitting room was packed. Everyone was home, including Qin Li, who had been working his ass off at the base for days.Oliver was there too, lounging on a sofa with his legs crossed as he played games on his phone and blew bubbles with his chewing gum.At a glance, he looked like any other ordinary nineteen-year-old.Nothing about his carefree demeanour betrayed the heartless criminal hiding beneath that innocent appearance—the same man whose espionage activities had nearly gotten Alvin killed twice.Murong Wuque adjusted Aurelio in his arms. The little boy lay peacefully against his chest, already bathed, powdered, and dressed for bed.Nearby, Shi Yue sat on the floor close to the wall, engrossed in her design tablet as she worked with a digital pen.Amanda was helping Martha and Shi Meng Ying bring out the dishes and arrange them on the long, elegant dining table.At the dining room sink, Qin Li was washing his hands an

Thirty minutes later, the door to their room finally creaked open.Murong Wuque entered carrying Aurelio. He carefully lowered the child into his cot and secured every safety feature before straightening.His gaze briefly settled on Alvin, who sat on the bed with both hands clasped over his thigh, his posture perfectly elegant.He had obviously showered and changed into black satin nightwear. Yet, despite his immaculate appearance, there was something unnervingly cold about his expression.Murong Wuque swallowed.He quickly turned towards his side of the room, intending to retreat before the situation escalated.“If I hadn't walked in on that announcement, were you planning to sneak off without telling me?”Alvin's voice was unnaturally cold and controlled.Murong Wuque's lips twitched. He turned back and schooled his expression into one of composure.“Don't read too much into it. Naturally, I have my reasons.”Alvin scoffed. “What reason? Afraid this mortal will cling to the immortal

NSFWAlvin's breath deepened, and he gripped Murong Wuque's robe, eyes closed.This was home. The one he missed.His son sleeping peacefully, his man unable to get enough of him. Wrapped in their little bubble. Knowing it might explode any moment made him more desperate to hold onto it tighter.Murong Wuque gripped his hair, forcing his head to tilt up. Alvin opened his mouth, Murong Wuque immediately took advantage of it. His tongue slipped in, hot and hungry.Alvin's grip tightened even further. He threw his legs wide apart, and wrapped them around Murong Wuque's waist.Murong Wuque pulled away. He stared down at Alvin, eyes filled with yearning, hunger and barely concealed pain. He brushed stray strands of hair away from Alvin's forehead, dabbing the slight sweat that had formed on his skin.He brought two long fingers to Alvin's lip, his eyes locked on him. His finger traced the edges of the lip, before he finally dipped it into Alvin's mouth.A naughty glint appeared in Alvin's

Villa Number SevenMurong Wuque sat in the dressing room, watching the feeds from the numerous cameras he had secretly installed. His brows were furrowed, his gaze cold and his lips pressed into a thin line.Something wasn't adding up.Oliver should have made his move by now.After all the commotion he had deliberately stirred up by announcing their departure, Oliver should have done something. Yet the young man was behaving more normally than ever.Even the people Wuque had assigned to tail him outside the house had found nothing suspicious.Could it be that Oliver's part in the operation was already over? Or had the Nightblood Organisation instructed him to lie low and wait for further orders?Things weren't unfolding according to plan, and time was running out.What did I miss?Wuque muttered under his breath, reviewing the previous footage again and again in search of anything he might have overlooked.****Villa Number Seven, Exterior of the Main Building — 7:00 p.m.Shi Yue stoo

Murong Wuque sat beside the bed, watching Alvin sleep.It was nearly morning, yet Alvin showed no sign of waking. For someone who had gone to bed before six in the evening, he was certainly making the most of his sleep.Not that Murong Wuque could blame him.Alvin had been in a particularly foul mood after returning from the ambush. He had called Murong Wuque and unleashed his anger on him, shouting until he had vented some of his frustration.The mission had been a disappointment. All he had managed to destroy were the puppets, the strange seeds growing inside them, and the handful of corpse soldiers mixed among them.Despite Murong Wuque's assurance that he had burned Dark Island to ashes before the remaining creatures could evacuate, Alvin had been unable to put his mind at ease.He was certain that, besides the two most powerful Lords who had resided on Dark Island, other creatures had escaped through the underground passages and portals.The thought of enemies lurking somewhere b