Chapter2
The moment Frank looks up, caught red- handed, his expression doesn’t flicker in the Oslightest.
He calmly slides his phone under the pillow, his long fingers leisurely pressing down the noticeable bulge in his tailored slacks.
In mere seconds, he’s regained that cold, detached demeanor that has always driven me mad.
A humorless laugh escapes my lips. “Putting it away before finishing? Aren’t you worried it’ll burst? Want me to help?”
Frank’s expression remains unchanged as he leans back, creating distance between us.
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“What do you need, Young Miss?”
“Accompany me to the mall tomorrow,” I say flatly, turning on my heel to leave.
His brows furrow. “I have other plans…”
“Stephnie will be there, I toss over my shoulder without looking back. There’s a moment of charged silence before his deep voice rumbles, “Fine.”
Just as I thought–mention Stephnie, and all his so–called principles crumble.
Don’t worry, Frank. I’ll deliver you right into her waiting arms soon enough.
The next morning, as I step out of the villa, there stands Frank by the car, already
waiting.
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His black suit hugs his broad shoulders and narrow waist perfectly, the early morning sun casting a golden glow on his chiseled, stoic face.
In the past, I would have playfully stumbled into his arms, faked a twisted ankle, or whispered seductively in his ear.
But today, I climb into the car expressionlessly, not sparing him a single glance.
He seems taken aback, his wolf – sharp eyes lingering on me for a moment before he quickly looks away and slides into the passenger seat.
I stare out the window, ignoring him completely, and the only sounds are our measured breaths.
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Inside the mall, crystal chandeliers sparkle like a thousand moons. The air is thick with the scents of expensive perfumes and the low hum of wealthy werewolf elites.
As soon as I enter a couture clothing store, I spot Stephnie up ahead. Dressed in a scarlet gown, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, she’s laughing with a group of socialites, playing the innocent, demure damsel to perfection.
Frank’s entire demeanor changes in an instant.
His gaze locks onto her, and even though he stands behind me, I can feel his attention completely consumed by her.
“Sister!” Stephnie exclaims, rushing over and looping her arm through mine.
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“What a coincidence! You’re here too?”
I yank my arm away sharply.
“Don’t touch me.”
Her eyes well up with fake tears as she turns to Frank, the picture of wounded innocence.
“Frank, I just wanted to be close to my sister..”
Frank’s brows knit together, and the look he gives me is filled with barely concealed disdain.
Stephnie bats her long lashes and tugs on Frank’s sleeve.
“Frank, I heard that when I had a fever and craved chocolate brownies, you braved that terrible hail storm to buy them from that
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trendy bakery? I was so out of it then, and I only just found out. I’ve been dying to thank you!”
Frank’s icy features soften immediately.
“It was nothing. Just on my way.”
On his way? I scoff inwardly.
He was gone for five hours that night, returning soaked to the bone, ice still clinging to his hair.
Some “way” that was.
“Then I must treat you to a feast!” Stephnie
COOS.
For the first time, Frank doesn’t decline.
“As you wish, Miss Stephnie.”
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“And we should invite sister too!” She turns to me, feigning surprise. “Oh, sister, you look so pale. I’m the one who was sick, though…” “Since when were we close?” I snap.
“Daughter of a mistress, keep your nose out of my business.” Stephnie’s face falls, and Frank’s frown deepens.
I storm into a jewelry store and my eyes land on a necklace adorned with a massive
diamond.
“I’ll take this,” I declare before the
salesperson can even approach. “Wait!” Stephnie dashes in.
“I saw that first!” I arch an eyebrow.
“And?”
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“Sister, can’t you be a little more generous? Dad’s bought me so many necklaces, but I really, really want this one…” she pleads, putting on a pathetic act.
I sneer.
“All my life, Dad gave you five million a month in allowance, while I got a measly five hundred. Now, I’ll buy whatever the hell I want.”
“I’ll pay double!” she shouts, desperation creeping into her voice. “Wrap up every bag in the store, a deep voice suddenly booms.
The sales clerk stammers, “I – I’m sorry, sir? Did you say…:
.?”
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