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.

anything serious?" I

much sarcasm or disdain I threw his way, he

don't understand men. How much a man loves you can be seen by his willingness to

be faked. Only a man who's willing to die for

the front row, one is your ex, and the other is..." 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 words sent a chill

Jefferson with a tilt of his

are just

it that he only sees you as

Let's verify that

left

Sin resignation.

these past few days. He was using

was nothing I

it. could only

think you're some god

Even

rabbit will bite."

I'm looking forward to it," he replied, just as the announcer declared

moves were sharp and cunning. Soon, he had the upper hand, as if

won't disappoint me," Henrik