Chapter 155

Third Person’s POV

He coughed, and the scarf around his neck bounced. Adelaide turned her head, not wanting to look directly at it. The knitting was really bad. The pattern wasn’t a bird or a bee–it was all wrinkled.

“Does he even remember who gave him that scarf?”

No way. She had to find a chance to steal it back and get rid of it.

She slurped her pasta. The spicy and smooth flavor was satisfying, but she still kept her eyes on his scarf.

She asked casually, “Alpha Lance, the knitting on your scarf is pretty bad. Did someone you know make it? You didn’t buy it, did you?”

Lance’s cheeks turned red from coughing. He drank a few sips of water to calm the spice. “This? I’ve had this scarf for a long time. I think it was a wolf pup who was just learning to knit. It was the first hand–made gift I ever got, so I couldn’t bear to throw it away. It’s just a shame I can’t remember who gave it to me.”

He sounded serious, his eyes full of regret. Clearly, he had forgotten.

Adelaide relaxed. If he had’t remembered by now, he never would.

She made up her mind to practice knitting a lot in the coming days.

“Before this, no one ever gave you a hand–made gift?” Adelaide asked. She split some beef onto his plate. “Eat up.”

He began to eat the steak slowly.

When he ate, he was graceful–nothing like the battle field. Back in the capital, everyone started caring about their image.

need,” Lance said. He coughed again, like the spice got to him

lungs. He couldn’t help but

the spice. The pheromones

clearly can’t handle spice. Why did he

said. She slid a plate of non–spicy dishes in

his throat, but the spice still

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cover the burning in his

pick up the smell of blood thirty miles away. How could

private room door, and asked the waiter for a bowl

coaxing a kid.

had a slight fishy taste; but it

his

grown up a

heartbroken, because the way she coaxed him to drink milk was probably how she used to help Rosemary

Pack as family, and genuinely wanted to spend

people didn’t deserve

eyes–Solanke’s revenge on Velda was

would make her commit suicide like the son of the Western Tribe Lycan King. But she was still alive

asked when she

his head. “Nothing. We’ll talk about

Beata and the others. “Let’s eat next

have something serious to discuss. She asked the waiter to move the

the two of them in the private

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