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Chapter 482

Chapter 0482

Nina

*Could you pass the salt?"

Enzo's voice snapped me back to reality, pulling me out of the deep train of thought that I had been stuck in; constant questions of what-if, anxiety, maybe even a little fear.

"Sure," I said, handing him the salt shaker from across the counter.

Our hands brushed briefly, and it was enough to stir my wolf within me, making her aware, alert. She had sensed that something was off, although neither of us could make out what it was. But right now, I didn't want to think about it.

Not now, with Enzo about to leave for a critical weekend that could set the future path of his career. I decided to shake off the feelings of anxiety, instead attributing it to the lingering sickness in my stomach that still had yet to fade fully.

We finally sat down to eat, the dining room lit by the warm glow of candles. The food looked delicious-a mix of veggies, grilled chicken, and a side of freshly made garlic bread. Enzo eagerly took a bite, his face lighting up with satisfaction.

"Mmm, this turned out perfectly," he said, looking at me. "What do you think? Not bad, hm?"

"It's perfect, as always," I responded, but my fork only dabbled with the food like a child who didn't want to eat their peas, my mind stuck on the idea of becoming sick from a single bite.

Enzo had turned out to be an excellent cook, and I always loved his food. And yet, my stomach churned at the very thought of swallowing a tiny bite. Still, I tried to force myself, but wound up pushing the food around on the plate more than anything.

barely eating, Enzo observed, his eyes narrowing with

my voice steady. The half-truth felt like a betrayal of our trust. But what was I supposed to do? Tell him that I still felt awful, that something was wrong, and that I wanted him to stay?

"You sure?" he asked.

the table to give his hand a

always a human lie detector, tuned into the subtleties of my expression, the tone of my voice, even the way that my eyes darted around when I lied. But I managed to keep my face steady, driven by the desire to see my husband follow

said, though his voice trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished. The doubt in his voice was

I insisted, mustering a

moment, eyeing me, before he returned to his food. "Fine," he said. "But if anything happens, you had better call me right away. I don't care if I have to drop everything and come home. Promise

earnestness in his voice made my heart ache. I wanted to tell him the truth about my trepidation, but I decided not to.

Nothing more, nothing less. It was sure to pass in

the fact that the words sounded

paperback novel I was pretending

think I'm set. You sure you're okay with me going? You seemed a little off last

was a half-lie, but I wasn't about to reveal that. And I really did feel the tiniest

nudging me, just as uneasy as I was, reminding me that she

least. And hopefully not ever, as I hoped

it go. "But like I said:

had no intention of doing that in the

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