Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 2481

Overwhelmed with questions in her head, Lillian finally asked, "So do you have a cure for it?" She placed a hand on her forehead. She was starting to feel light-headed, and the more she inhaled, the weaker she felt.

"I—" Darryl was about to respond by saying that he did have the cure but could not finish his sentence before he was interrupted by a frantic Lillian leaping into his arms.

"Dad, I've missed you. I've missed you so badly," Lillian said in obvious distress, even though her eyes were dazed.

Darryl was startled by the sudden action but swiftly sobered and thought, 'Seriously? Here we go with the hallucination. If only Lillian were not so determined to stay away from him, she would not have inhaled the mist and ended up like that. Though, from the looks of it, it seems like she has lost her father.'

Darryl was right. Lillian came from a wretched background. She was forced out of her homeland due to war thousands of years ago and had been drifting aimlessly with her father. She had lost her father to an incurable disease a year before that. Lillian had been devastated. She established the Blood Thorn Mercenary Team and tried to maintain the exterior of a strong, independent woman. She missed her father when she was by herself on countless lonely nights. Under the influence of the mist, Lillian began to hallucinate and somehow mistook Darryl for her father.

Darryl reached out to tap Lillian on the shoulder reassuringly before he said, "There, there, my baby girl."

"Your father is right here with you; stop crying."

The perfume on Lillian attacked Darryl's senses as he consoled her. Darryl felt distracted by the curves of her body that fitted perfectly into his. Her fragile expression and delicate features were simply too alluring. Darryl kept Lillian in his arms for a while until she had finally calmed down. He reached down and plucked a plant next to his feet and placed it under Lillian's nose. That plant was the mist's natural enemy. Lillian jumped in response and sobered immediately. When Lillian realized Darryl was holding her in his arms, her face turned scarlet as she struggled away from Darryl's embrace.

"You! You shameless bastard, you are trying to harass me! I am going to kill you," Lillian yelled as she stared daggers at Darryl. 'What a jerk; how dare he take advantage of me while I was in a hallucination? Death would have been too gentle for him,' she reasoned. Lillian moved as though she was about to attack, but she discovered that the mist had weakened her so much that she could not move at all.

'What a wench,' a puzzled Darryl thought to himself. 'Her power can hardly match up to her temper. I've just saved her life. Not only did she not thank me, she even wants to kill me.'

"Ms. Willis, how could you?" Darryl grinned as he looked at Lillian. "I was the man who saved you from danger. How could you return kindness with such hostility?"

"Pooh!" Lillian exclaimed in disgust; her face reddened. "Enough with your games, you rat." Lillian pointed to the blood-drenched corpses of Earle and the others before she said, "Those people might be detestable, but they did not deserve to die. How could you be so heartless to lure them into such a miserable death? You are the definition of evil itself and a complete and total jerk."

"I—" Darryl was speechless at Lillian's disgust and anger. He did not know what he had done to deserve such treatment. He tried his best to suppress his anger and said patiently, "Fine, whatever you say. But you won't survive in this place without me leading the way." Darryl turned and began to move forward to lead the way and said, "Let's go!"

To his surprise, Lillian stood her ground and refused to move; her eyes were filled with reluctance and disdain. "I will not go with you, and I won't allow myself to accept whatever help you try to offer. Get away from me, as far as you can, and leave me alone."

Darryl felt his patience wearing thin as he laughed in frustration. "Are you sure you don't want my help?"

Lillian snorted in response, clearly unwilling to spare another word.

Fine! Darryl nodded before he turned around and strolled off into the distance. "Don't regret it," he said.