Sloane walked to the bedside , her gaze landing on Lucas ' face . His features looked as though they had been carved from fine marble - his brows sharp and noble , nose straight and high , lips full and well - shaped , the corners of his mouth slightly raised . Just based on appearance , he was undoubtedly a sleeping prince . She couldn't help but stare , slightly entranced . With looks like that , it was no wonder Stonebridge's heiresses flocked to him . A moment later , she snapped out of it and reached out , placing her fingers on Lucas ' pulse , checking it carefully . Slowly , her brows furrowed . His pulse was weak and chaotic , fading in and out . The condition was indeed strange . It didn't resemble any ordinary illness . Sloane thought to herself . Tonight , she had come to find a chance to stop the engagement between the Hawthorne family and the Rivers family . She had returned this time to take revenge on the Rivers family . Of course , she didn't want to see them grow stronger . Sloane began to consider the possibility of working with Lucas . His illness was unusual , and the Hawthorne family's situation was complicated . Getting involved might bring a lot of trouble for herself . Her fingertips touched between Lucas ' brows . She hesitated , ultimately unable to bear letting such a beautiful man die just like that . She raised her hand and bit her own finger , drawing blood . Then she leaned down , her red lips pressing against his , pried open his teeth , and passed the blood into his mouth . Just as Sloane was about to rise , Lucas suddenly opened his eyes . Those deep eyes burst with a sharp , lethal aura - like a fe dangerous and overpowering presence . ger roused from slumber - his entire body exuding a Sloane didn't have time to dodge . Their eyes met directly , and she immediately felt her hairs stand on end . Her heart sounded an alarm , and she instinctively pulled away . Pop ! In the tense silence of the room , that sound was magnified infinitely . Both Sloane and Lucas froze . For a moment , the air felt frozen in place . Right then , a faint sound came from outside the door . Sloane reacted quickly , rolling to the side to lie down next to Lucas . She lifted the blanket and covered herself . Fortunately , she had just come out of the asylum and was thin . Otherwise , she really wouldn't have fit . At the same time , Lucas closed his eyes again , going along with her act . The door was gently pushed open , and a few footsteps echoed in . Someone walked over and stopped by the bed . Sloane's heart tightened , " Andrew , how is Mr. Hawthorne today ? " The voice belonged to an older woman . " Same as always . No one knows when he'll wake up ," a younger man answered , his tone thick with worry . " Sigh ... Madam Tessa is nearly going mad with anxiety . If Mr. Hawthorne doesn't wake up soon , what are we going to do ? " the woman said with a sigh . Andrew Hawthorne comforted her with a few words , then escorted her out . Once they left , Sloane threw off the blanket and sat up , breathing heavily . " Who are you ? " Lucas asked , still lying down , studying the girl in front of him - more accurately , the teenage girl . Sloane's instincts told her this man was dangerous . But seeing him unable to move after being unconscious for so long , she grew bolder . She lifted his chin with her fingers , gently rubbing it twice , and said in a teasing tone , " Mr. Hawthorne , you're so fierce . But I'm your fiancée , you know . " As she spoke , she blew softly against his face , her eyes full of mischief and boldness . Suddenly , the door flew open - Andrew had come back . The moment he entered , he lunged at Sloane , his movements sharp and swift . Sloane reacted even faster . The instant he pounced , she shifted her hand from Lucas ' chin to his throat , gripping it tightly . " One more step , and I'll kill him ! " Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!