Chapter 120

Nora said nothing as she turned away, trying to put as much distance between them as possible, but Arnold’s voice stopped her.

“Grandma knows about us getting a divorce.”

Nora stilled for a second before responding, her voice calm. “It’s good to know.”

At least now, there would be no more forced meetings, no more fake smiles, no more pretending, Arnold’s grandmother had always been the one pulling the strings, trying to orchestrate reconciliation between them. But now, with the truth out, that exhausting charade could finally end.

A faint sigh escaped her lips, but she said nothing more.

They left the hallway in silence, walking side by side yet worlds apart. The tension between them was almost tangible, filled with unsaid words and unresolved emotions.

As they neared the dining hall, Nora stepped on a puddle of water she hadn’t noticed. The moment her foot slipped, a sharp intake of breath left her lips, her body tilting dangerously to the side.

Before she could hit the ground, strong hands caught her.

Arnold.

His grip was firm but not rough, steadying her before she could fall.

For a second, she felt the heat of his touch, a reminder of how familiar this used to be. But the moment passed quickly.

Nora pulled away immediately, straightening herself with a muttered, “I’m fine.”

Arnold let go just as quickly, his expression unreadable.

Neither of them said anything.

But someone else had seen.

cigarette when his gaze landed on them. He exhaled slowly, watching the scene

Nora… they barely spoke, yet there was something about them.

just indifference–it was the kind of distance that only came after once knowing someone

the one Arnold wanted. But now, watching the way Nora and Arnold

and son

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wasn’t so sure.

off his cigarette,

Interesting.

of the previous night faded as Nora and Leo arrived at the studio. She was ready to immerse herself in work, but the moment she stepped inside, she stopped short.

had been transformed.

their scent mingling with the rich aroma of food. Handcrafted wolf shadow lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting intricate silhouettes along

in surprise. “Wow, that looks quiet an artistic work in there“..

realization dawned on his face. “The Frostwolf Celebration is

soon?”

slowly. She had lost track of the days, but of course, winter was at its

**Frostwolf Celebration** was the most sacred festival among the wolves. Long ago, it marked the transition from winter’s harsh survival to the promise of spring.

enduring strength of

in everyone’s faces. People laughed, exchanged stories, and prepared for the

spread in her chest.

momentarily pushing aside the thoughts that usually pressed at the back

workday ended and the office celebration came to a close, Nora stepped out

the pathways, their glow casting soft golden hues over the

in full swing, and the city pulsed with life.

the rhythmic beat of drums that echoed through the heart of the festival. Street performers

flushed from the cold, ran through the crowds, holding small wooden carvings of wolves

despite the festivity around her, Nora felt alone.

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