A man with fluffy black ears atop his head and a swinging, long, black, furry tail burst into the villa with a cold and stern expression.
Holly Wyatt didn't know what was happening; though deaf and mute, she somehow heard the man's disdainful voice at that very moment.
[The cub has grown a little.]
[Still too weak.]
[How did she end up looking like this? So gaunt and scrawny, so unsightly. Standing there, she looks like a telephone pole—the shortest one, at that.]
Holly Wyatt: ...
She rubbed her fingertips together, staring at the tip of the man's tail that curled into a little heart shape, wanting to touch it...
*
Two years later.
Dressed in a camisole and hot pants, the moment she pulled open the main door, she heard the man's sharp, explosive inner shriek.
[Aaaah! Damn it! Who taught the cub to dress like this?! I was only gone for two years, where is my cub who used to be all bundled up?!]
[Give her back!!]
*
As the leader of the Wolf Clan, Silas Thornton's primary mission was to manage the pack, and his secondary mission was to raise the cub well.
One day, he discovered that the cub he was raising actually wanted to date! This meant the cub wanted to procreate!
That was unacceptable!
And so, Holly Wyatt could always hear the man's inner ramblings.
[The cub is still too young; she can't run off and procreate with some random man out there.]
[If the cub is really that desperate to procreate, I suppose I can reluctantly make a sacrifice.]
[Why doesn't the cub want to procreate yet? I'm already prepared.]
Holly Wyatt: !!?? Does this mean she can finally touch his big tail?

"You mean secretly have Little Lynn get in touch with Silas Thornton, while not giving up on Holly Wyatt over here?" Mr. Fletcher lowered his voice, his face a mask of calculation. "Whichever one works out, it'll be a good thing for us."


Mrs. Fletcher chuckled, looking at her husband with admiration. "A brilliant plan!"


Mr. Fletcher raised his chin proudly. "Of course! We have two daughters, after all!"


Mrs. Fletcher shot him a meaningful glance, her expression noncommittal. "I'll talk to Little Lynn. We absolutely cannot let Holly Wyatt know about this!"


"I know, I know!" Mr. Fletcher waved his hand dismissively. "First thing tomorrow, I'll go to the Shaw family to call off the engagement. It's a good thing Mrs. Shaw disagreed back then and absolutely refused to announce that Little Lynn was their family's fiancée. Now, calling it off will be easy, and it won't affect Little Lynn's chances of finding another good match in the slightest!"


Chapter 133 - Chapter 133: Bewitchment