Sylvia's POV:

"What's the matter?"

I was surprised to see Warren, the arrogant, eccentric werewolf, walk up to me. He despised me, after all. Why did he want to talk to me now? Warren cleared his throat and shifted on his feet as if he were in a dilemma. After hesitating for a long time, I saw him blush. He didn't seem like the same strong, powerful werewolf anymore. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"What are you waiting for?" Flora asked anxiously as she scratched her head.

Seeing Warren look at her, Flora hid behind me. "I didn't mean to urge you. I was afraid the canteen would close, and we all might end up starving."

Warren nodded in understanding. "You go to the canteen. I only want to talk to Sylvia."

"No way! Is it something I shouldn't hear?" Flora pouted to show her disagreement.

I knew she was worried about me. After all, Warren had injured me last time.

"Flora, you go

get something for you as

that, she ran away like a chick who had just escaped from the

smiled with amusement and walked

turned around and looked at me. "Are you going to attend the ball on Friday evening?" My face darkened,

a sudden. He looked both annoyed and

him coldly. His unreasonable questions offended me. Even though I had a vague idea of the purpose of the party, Rufus asked me to be his date himself, and I didn't want to retreat. "You..."

then, his phone rang, and I wasn't in the

nothing else, I'll leave

to leave, but Warren stopped me. He decisively rejected the call as if he had made

know the

to stare at him, gesturing for him

dates in advance, most of them would go there alone. And most of those invited to the ball are single noble ladies in the imperial capital." Warren paused to

what?" I replied

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