Chapter 130: Meeting
[Margaret’s Perspective]
Armstrong sighed and shook his head. “Why are you still the same?” he said.
Suddenly, I understood what he meant.
“Donald knows about our past,” I said.
The surprised expression on Armstrong’s face remained for a moment, then turned thoughtful. “Now I finally understand something.”
“What?”
Armstrong smiled and said, “You don’t need to know that, Margaret.”
“Is he upset about you?” I asked.
“No, he isn’t,” Armstrong denied. Then he said, “It’s just that sometimes I sense a little hostility. I didn’t know where that hostility came from before, but now I do.”
Armstrong took a step back and said, “But my advice as a friend is that it’s best if you don’t ask the Lycan King about this. And don’t let him know that you found out from me.”
“I don’t understand…”
Armstrong sighed and said, “I don’t mean to be rude, Margaret, but you’re an idiot at this sort of thing sometimes.”
He reached out as if to pat my head, then stopped awkwardly in midair. Then he scratched his head. “No man likes his mate to interact with other men in private. The more he cares about you, the angrier he will be about this.”
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“Then perhaps you should learn how to treat your mate from Donald.”
I succeeded in startling Armstrong with my words.
“Treat Elizabeth well. Don’t make me come looking for you again.”
Throwing down the last words, I turned and left Armstrong’s office.
Now I had to go to the dinner that Donald had prepared for me.
While Elizabeth was applying makeup on me with hands that could work magic, I received the address of the restaurant from Donald via Mindlink.
I tried to invite Elizabeth to go with me, but she refused on the grounds that she didn’t want to ruin our date. Besides, she said she was going to see Anthony tonight, so I let it go. And to be honest, I didn’t want a third person present on my rare date with Donald.
As I followed the route Donald had given me to the restaurant, I saw Donald’s tall figure from afar.
He was always the most eye-catching anywhere. Be it people or scenery, they all paled in comparison to him. Even though it was getting dark, he could still catch my eye at the first moment.
I saw him raise his eyebrows at me. I gave him a big smile.
As the Lycan king who had always been at the top of the food chain, he might not be able to experience the fear of an ordinary werewolf.
Elizabeth would flinch at the mere mention of battle, let alone others. And I was certain that there were many like Elizabeth.
We had all been in a peaceful environment for too long and were completely unprepared for war. We didn’t even feel that war would really come.
Donald and his subordinates might be able to kill the opponents easily, but there were only a few people who could fight like them.
What topic should I start with to effectively make Donald understand this? I thought of Armstrong’s advice. Perhaps he was right. I shouldn’t bring it up.
As I approached Donald, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned myself against his firm chest.
“Is everything going well?” His deep and sexy voice vibrated against my eardrums. I felt my heart tingle at his voice.
“Great.” I stared at his lips and wanted to kiss them.
As soon as I saw Donald, I seemed to have forgotten everything.
“But I don’t think it’s good,” Donald said, sniffing.
“Huh?” I tilted my head and looked at him. He smelled delicious.
Donald raised my hand to his nose and frowned. “Why do you smell like that Alpha?”
I hadn’t expected Donald to have such a keen sense of smell. This was the hand that Armstrong had pulled in the afternoon.
“Uh, because of Elizabeth, I went to see him…” I thought about it and felt that it would be difficult to explain in a few words. Moreover, it would be easy to let slip about launching an attack. I was very worried that this discussion would ruin our evening.
I decided to play dumb. I pressed my lips to Donald’s ear and said in a breathy voice, “Do you really want to talk about this tonight?”
I felt Donald’s fingers scratch my body. His tense expression cracked because of my actions. He looked away unnaturally and said, “Don’t try to fish in troubled waters. Tell me the truth.”
“How do you want me to explain?” I bit Donald’s ear.
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