Chapter 55: Annoying Words
[Margaret’s Perspective]
I put my arm around Elizabeth and kept stroking her back. I could feel she was still trembling.
“Don’t be afraid. It’ll be fine.”
She was still wearing the outfit—the short pink skirt and a white off-the-shoulder top. But she didn’t look as calm as she did when we met earlier. Her wide eyes, fluttering eyelashes, and pale face showed that she was shaken.
“What’s wrong? What happened to you two?”
After seeing that Elizabeth was fine, I wanted to know what had happened.
Donald and the others were whispering to each other. But I knew that Donald wouldn’t be willing to tell me when we went back.
He always wanted to isolate all dangerous things from me. He wanted nothing more than to find a plastic cover and lock me up seamlessly. This possessiveness always made me painful and somewhat sweet. I didn’t want to accept his protection, but I was powerless to resist.
“I don’t know, I don’t know…” Elizabeth murmured. “I thought that wasn’t true. I didn’t think there would be an attack. I shouldn’t have come to the forest. I shouldn’t have come here.”
I had to keep stroking her blond hair, knowing she couldn’t say much more.
It wasn’t the first day I’d met Elizabeth. We’d shared a womb. I knew Elizabeth’s character well. She’d always lived in a world of her own imagination. She’d never cared about the people and things around her, only everything related to herself.
However, there were still many people who loved her and were willing to work for her in her world. She felt entitled to all of this.
But reality was cruel. Tonight had undoubtedly shattered the world of her imagination. There were beautiful dresses, jealousies, and possibly an eyesore, Selina. But there was definitely no blood or assassination. Her fairy world did not have such a bloody existence.
My shoulder was a little sore from holding Elizabeth like this. She hung most of her body on me, but she was a few centimeters taller than me. I really couldn’t hold on. When Anthony saw me like this, he took Elizabeth very smoothly. I rubbed my shoulder and mouthed thank you to him.
I looked inquiringly at Anthony, wondering if he knew more.
Anthony shook his head. “I only came here because I received an order from the Alpha. I didn’t come much earlier than you. All I could confirm was that he wasn’t one of us.”
I sighed and sat down on a rock. I realized that my body was aching.
For the entire night, from parting on bad terms with Donald to walking in the forest with Armstrong, to crazily lingering in bed with Donald, and then running into the forest late at night, he felt extremely tired both physically and psychologically. Fortunately, Elizabeth was fine, so it was worth it to run out so late.
I yawned unconsciously. The cool night wind blew over me, and I couldn’t help but button my jacket tightly. Donald had buttoned this jacket for me before he left.
I missed the scene of us being infatuated with each other in bed an hour ago. The warm bed and the warm Donald.
I recalled riding Donald’s wolf when I came over. His long, thick wolf fur shone with a beautiful silver luster. It was blown by the wind and hugged me tightly, bringing me warmth.
I turned my gaze to their small circle of people discussing things. I couldn’t help but fix my gaze on Angel. This woman really made me uncomfortable. Even though Donald said that there was nothing between them, I still felt that her existence was an eyesore. I thought that this might be jealousy, unreasonable jealousy.
“She’s beautiful,” Elizabeth said, leaning closer, looking as if she had recovered a little.
I glanced at Anthony. I really didn’t know what special magic he had. With Elizabeth by his side, all kinds of emotions could change for the better quickly.
“Do you know her?” Elizabeth asked.
“I guess,” I said vaguely.
“Isn’t she too close to the Lycan king?” Elizabeth asked with a frown. She was always frighteningly perceptive when it came to such things.
“She’s a royal Lycan. She’s the head of Donald’s Lycan assault team,” I explained. I didn’t like Elizabeth interfering in my business with Donald.
“Are you sure you won’t worry about that? That’s the Lycan King we’re talking about. I bet she’s trying to climb into bed with him. You’re completely uncompetitive compared to her.”
Elizabeth studied my outfit and said, “You should at least dress up more.”
I bristled at her words. Most of the time, I couldn’t tell if Elizabeth meant me any harm when she spoke.
There was no denying that her words were often the truth, but they always made me feel as if I had swallowed a nail. Moreover, she never spoke to others like this, at least not to Anthony and Armstrong.
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