My Blood Is His Old Salvation

Synopsis

The day I blocked my blind date, Victor Blackwood, I posted on my feed: [Just a heads up: the better looking a guy is, the bigger a freak he turns out to be.] When we first met, he didn't ask about my job or my age. He just locked his eyes on my face and asked, "What's your blood type?" I was so freaked out that I splashed tomato juice all over him. He just glanced down and smiled. "You've got quite a temper." I called him a freak and called off the engagement. I thought that was the last time we'd ever see each other. Three years later, my dad went bankrupt, and my stepmom, Mary, crying her eyes out, shoved some documents into my hands. "Evelyn, the Blackwood family said if you marry into their family, they'll cover all our debts." I stood at the entrance of the Blackwood residence, clutching my suitcase, my knees about to give out. I wanted to run away. Victor opened the door in a black shirt, his face cold and pale, with a hint of red at the corner of his mouth. He wiped his mouth gently. "Weren't you afraid I'd bite you? Once we're married, you'll have plenty of time to be afraid.