Parting was agonizing for the loving couple, but they both had their own distractions to ease their longing.

After a lengthy phone call with Sylvia, Eric reluctantly ended the conversation. He lay on his bed, tossing and turning before eventually falling asleep.

In the dead of night, a shadow infiltrated the villa and approached the corridor. A dagger was discreetly inserted through the door crack, gently unlocking Eric's room.

The lock clicked open, and Eric abruptly opened his eyes.

Moonlight streamed through the window, revealing a figure standing by his bedside.

The figure raised its hand high and thrust it downward toward Eric.

Instinctively, Eric used the blanket to shield himself from the dagger and swiftly rolled to the other side of the bed.

"Huh?" The shadow in the darkness was taken aback.

Eric promptly illuminated the room. A man dressed entirely in black brandished a dagger.

Eric furrowed his brow. Someone had tried to assassinate him on his first night in King Ci