Seemingly Stupid Blood Curse!

"Syna you can't die such an easy death, I don't allow you to stay like this, come back to me! I command you!"

His impatient voice resonated in the empty room, but in response to his agitation there was a complete silence. 

Sinclair felt some warm pearls dripping on his hand, was it his love, raining? Or his eyes were bleeding the regret he was feeling in that moment when his bride was in a comatose? Wasn't that the perfect revenge he had wanted since the beginning of his play?

"No, no, calm down Sinclair, it must be because of 'blood night' approaching."

Sinclair's tears of remorse got absorbed into the skin of his own hand as if poison had found its way back to the snake!

Sinclair quickly lifted himself up and scooped Syna into his arms and carried her towards the elevator, the CEO didn't care for his cold reputation rather hurriedly took his unconscious bride towards the elevator with a hope that his royal doctor would be able to help him.