Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 1879

Ambrose gritted his teeth when he thought about what had happened. Then, he took out a dagger.

He did not hesitate at all. He gripped onto the dagger tightly and slashed his leg with it—blood immediately oozed from the wound.

Hiss!

Ambrose took in a sharp breath when he felt the pain; he was much more awake.

He had no way out. He was afraid that he would sink into Eira's enthusiasm, so he came up with that method to keep himself sober.

"Brother Ambrose!" Eira hugged Ambrose tightly; her eyes looked like she was in ecstasy.

Eira blew warm air toward Ambrose; his ears itched, and he felt uncomfortable.

"Eira, hang in there. It'll pass soon." Ambrose gritted his teeth; his gaze was unyielding. "I'm here with you. You are doing good..."

Then, Ambrose cut himself again.

More blood gushed from the wounds!

In the next few hours, Ambrose let Eira hold onto him while he insisted on his principles. He did not move, and he did not act impolitely.

However, because of Eira, Ambrose had to keep cutting himself whenever he was about to give in to temptation.

After some time, the potion's effect finally receded from Eira's body. She was exhausted, so she fell asleep quietly as she laid at the side.

Ambrose had lost count of how many cuts he had to make on himself—his body had too many fresh wounds. His clothes were completely soaked with blood and had turned red. He looked like he had bathed in blood.

Since he had shed so much blood, Ambrose's face was pale, and he was extremely weak.