redith.
I felt pity for Wanda.
Currently, she looked like she would bang her head against the wall if she knew what I had co to Draven for, in the middle of the night.
But why does she look so shocked that I could go to him?
What’s it to her?
Suddenly, I didn’t feel like pitying her anymore. Her ugly face was getting in my way, and I didn’t want to see it anymore.
In fact, I wanted to ruin Wanda’s night so much that she would see in her dreams tonight if she does sleep eventually. Or rather, so she wouldn’t get to sleep this night, rolling from one side to the other.
"Draven is my husband," I stated, and then put my hands on my waist. "Is there anything wrong with visiting him at any ti of the day or night I want?"
Wanda’s jaw dropped in shock as she stared at with her mouth agape. I bet she didn’t see this coming.
She was unlucky to witness this shaless side of because if it were before, I would I be proud of going to a man, even if he is my husband, in the middle of the night?
It wasn’t normal, and the reason behind that had only one aning.
Wanda couldn’t find any word to say. She was so shocked by my revelation that she just stood there with her mouth open.
I wish a fly will get in there.
After giving her food for thought, I turned toward the stairs. I had only taken two steps when I felt a hand grab and pull back.
"Ah!" A yelp escaped from my lips as I quickly grabbed the railings to steady myself. As soon as I found my footing, I looked towards my right only to see Wanda standing at the stairs.
She was blocking my path now.
"Are you unwell upstairs?" I asked, pointing a finger to my head just to show her what I ant.
If we weren’t at the bottom of the stairs, and there wasn’t any railings, I would have had a fatal fall.
"You have no rights to be here. Did you get permission before coming up here? No. So, you should go back!" She commanded through gritted teeth.
I clenched my fists, my temperature rising from both heat and anger.
For how long would I continue to tolerate this woman?
"How dare that lowlife block my path? Do not tolerate her!" Valmora spoke coldly in my head.
I had for a mont, forgotten I had a wolf.
About twenty minutes ago when I needed a plan on how to take care of my heat, she hadn’t showed up.
But resurfacing just to ask not to tolerate Wanda’s madness proved an important point:
I was making the right decision going to Draven to help sort my heat out.
I glared fearlessly at Wanda.
"Watch !" I spat and stepped forward.
I didn’t care if my actions would cause soone’s death. I simply shoved Wanda to the side and stepped ahead without looking back.
"You bitch!" She cursed loudly.
I knew she had a tight grip on the rail with an ugly look on her face. It would have been good to see it, but I didn’t have her silly ti.
At least, Wanda wasn’t crazy enough to chase after after seeing what I was capable of.
I bet she never imagined that I would have the strength to push her out of the way. And now, she was going to reflect on the scene for a very long ti.
Arriving at Draven’s door, I perford a little breathing exercise before lifting my hand to knock softly.
I hope he isn’t in a deep sleep.
I didn’t want to have to leave without achieving my aim. My guess told that Wanda would be in the second floor hallway for a very long ti.
If not for anything, she shouldn’t have to see co down so soon.
It would be embarrassing.
I lifted my hand and knocked thrice on the door, each one softer than the previous one.
I was almost giving up hope when I heard a click sound from the other side. Two seconds later, the was pulled open from inside.
In front of stood Draven in a black pants and a stripe shirt. The first three buttons were open, highlighting a little skin of his rock-hard chest.
His hair was tousled. His eyes looked tired. And the wrinkle on his shirt suggested that he had been lying on the bed or sothing.
Draven gave a good glance, letting his eyes slowly drag it’s way from my legs to my body and then to my face.
He didn’t even try to hid the fact that he purposely let his gaze linger on my chest briefly.
When his lazy gaze finally t mi, he expected an explanation, so I thought. But the next second, he walked into the room, leaving the door open for .
It seed like he already knew why I was here.
I quickly took the opportunity and followed him inside, clicking the door shut and turning the key to lock it.
Following behind Draven, I watched him walk towards the sitting area. He grabbed a glass of whiskey from the glass centre table before settling on a single sofa.
My brows drew close to each other. I thought that he would take straight to bed.
But now that it looked like he had a drink to finish, what was I supposed to do?
Maybe I had gotten everything wrong?
Maybe he didn’t know why I had co to him in the middle of the night in a thin night robe?
"Sit, if you want," he said to before sipping from his glass.
I quickly found the sofa next to him of all spots, and settled down while recognizing that he might not be in a good mood as I didn’t know what else would keep a man drinking late into the night.
Maybe I had co at a bad ti.
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