Love the Wolfless Power Girl at First Sight

Chapter 393 Mr Thorne Is Way Too Good at This

Tessa was so moved by Landon’s words, she couldn’t even speak.

Every step he took was for her; even the future–he had already thought it through for her. Everything he did was always to give her a safety net, never to become a shackle.

She couldn’t help but tilt her head up and place a kiss on his perfectly sculpted jawline.

“Mr. Thorne, why are you so good to me?” she asked, overwhelmed to the point where she didn’t even know how she could ever repay him.

“Of course I’m good to you. There are so many people who like you; if I don’t treat you right, what if you run off with someone else?”

Even though he was confident he was the one most suited for her, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy seeing all those suitors around her; there was always a sense of urgency.

“Remember this–now and always, you’re mine. You’re mine and mine alone.” That was Landon’s obsession, one that nothing could change.

Those words suddenly reminded Tessa of Song Sinian–he’d made a similar declaration of possession, but when it came from him, it had felt like chains. When it came from Landon, it was like moonlight melting gently over her.

in his arms, smiling

was willing to

the cold wind in Navoris swept through Times Square, flinging snow like pellets

wore the wolf–fur scarf Landon had given her, perfectly paired with

to the old man’s wrinkled hand, mingling with the throngs of the Wolf Pack, her gaze lifted to the towering crystal ball at the center of the square–an 11–ton sphere covered in faceted prisms, swirling with rainbow light under the neon

tide, the countdown surged forward from the

with the memory of the first time he brought Tessa to a New Year’s celebration over

hem stained with stolen strawberry jam. He had bundled her in a wolf–fur cloak, and she’d waved

the girl prophesied to have no wolf, shunned by the rest of the Sinclair family. Only he had been willing to take time out of

not only awakened a high–level wolf but had become the backbone of the Sinclair family. Those

eye, but

MAY

Is Way

a grin, pulling out a handkerchief embroidered with a wolf–he crest. “You have to be good this year–go for your check–ups when you’re supposed to, and stay healthy

listening would think

and gently patted the back of her hand, then suddenly pointed at the crystal ball. “Look! It’s starting to