No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

You should never trust a wolf to eat salad.

Conrad had mentioned that Henrik had his own reasons for wanting Jefferson to win. Now, all he hoped for was for Jefferson to clinch the game and make a quick getaway. The game kicked off, and Jefferson took to the field.

His gaze immediately swept towards the front row, clearly exchanging looks with Ernest and Conrad, before scanning the crowd as if searching for someone.

Finally, his eyes locked on mine, his brows furrowing instantly.

That's when Henrik raised his hand, waving at him-a reminder, but also a threat.

"See, he's getting nervous," Henrik whispered in my ear as he waved.

"Nervousness leads to defeat," I retorted coldly.

"You're wrong. You don't understand human nature. Do you know when a wolf is most excited? It's when i t sees blood. Humans are the same," Henrik said with a sinister tone, earning a glare from me. But he was too focused on the game to notice. "Why do you think Jefferson cares about you?"

Because he values relationships, of course.

But I didn't voice that thought. I had no desire to engage with Henrik right now.

"Could he also have feelings for you?" Henrik cocked his head towards me.

ever think about anything serious?" I couldn't

unflappable, no matter how much sarcasm or disdain I threw his way, he

by his willingness to put his life on the line for you," Henrik's

nothings or romantic gestures, but all that can be faked. Only a man who's willing

Henrik shook his head, "No, they're both your exes. They both loved you, and you loved them. But do you know which one loved you more?" His

a tilt of his chin,

I are just friends," I

he only sees you

Let's verify

words left me

Sin resignation.

me around these past few days. He

nothing

it. could

think you're some god who

everything. Even a

rabbit will bite."

replied, just as the

Jefferson's moves were sharp and cunning. Soon, he had the upper hand, as

Henrik