Chapter 6: The Smell Of The Dog Is Hard To Smell.

"Why don't you have a dog smell on you? You must have rolled around in a dog's nest before you came to work!" Winston angrily stared at Emily: "It smells terrible! Go back and change all your clothes. If you don't, don't even think about having lunch!"

Emily tried to explain: "Oh? But I don't have any other clothes... "

"I don't care! Just make sure you don't smell like a dog anymore. Go out!" Winston pressed the button, and the elevator door opened. Emily could only sadly walk out.

As the elevator door closed behind her, Emily rubbed her eyes. She hurried to her office to look for colleagues who had finished their lunch to borrow clothes from, intentionally explaining the smell on her body, ensuring that she would wash her clothes tomorrow for her colleagues.

Her colleagues also knew Winston was a weirdo, so they didn't hesitate to lend her clothes and curiously sniffed her, unable to understand: "There's no scent! Winston is so annoying, and he must be sick! What's wrong with dogs? Dogs are adorable. Why doesn't he like them? We should deliberately put some dogs in the office, and they will annoy him to death!"

Emily thanked the girls, changed her clothes, and washed her hands before heading to the cafeteria. However, she did not expect Winston to stand at the restaurant's entrance. Was he waiting for her?

Emily carefully passed by and said: "I have changed my clothes. Can we eat now?"

Winston did not answer but asked angrily: "Be honest with me! Did you touch a dog?"

Emily wanted to say no, but a memory flashed through her mind, and she was stunned: "A... last night I saw a big dog, but I didn't touch it, I assure you!"

"A big dog... " Winston's voice sounded somewhat doubtful, and he wanted to continue interrogating her. Emily's stomach suddenly growled, and her face turned red.

"... Hmph." Winston's anger diminished, and he scolded: "Are you here to eat? Go get the rice for me!"

"Yes... " Emily hurriedly entered the dining room and took two meal cards from her wallet, hers and Winston's. He was too lazy to buy rice and always delegated this task to her, which meant she had to remember what he liked to eat.

She angrily carried two lunch boxes to the table and put the chopsticks in front of Winston. The intense fragrance filled his nostrils as her arm passed before his nose.

What kind of dog? How could a dog have such a strong scent? What did this damn woman touch?

Winston was furious, but when he saw Emily's cautious and pitiful appearance, he snorted and picked up the chopsticks to eat despite the unpleasant smell. Emily ate like a hungry tiger, and Winston watched as she stuffed food into her mouth like a squirrel.

"Did you fail the date last night? Was it because the person you met with made you cry?"

Emily stopped her chopsticks and looked up at Winston. Her eyes showed a trace of sadness: "Can we not talk about it?"

"No." Winston didn't say anything and took the lunch box from her: "If you don't speak, don't expect to eat! Quickly tell me, what did he do to make you cry?"

Emily almost thought he cared about her if it weren't for his nasty personality. She looked at Winston, who took away her lunch box, unable to say anything, and whispered: "It's nothing. Just that I liked him, but he didn't like me back... Please don't bother him anymore."

"Haha." Winston laughed arrogantly and returned the lunch box to her: "That's why I told you not to go on a date! People like you, who would even go on a date, are just inviting humiliation! Haha!"

As he spoke hurtful words, Emily felt gloomy and sorrowful. She couldn't help but cry, thinking this bastard was bullying her.

With a cold and imposing expression, Wolfgang's face wrinkled before relaxing for a while, and then he slowly got up from the carpet. Most of the belongings in the house remained intact, with only two sharp claw marks on the expensive rug, likely made when he couldn't bear the pain of transforming.

He slowly dressed and walked to the villa's window close to the ground. His clear glass window reflected his figure, a muscular and perfect male body without any trace of a werewolf's features.

Wolfgang stood quietly for a moment, and then his mouth slowly curved into a smile because of his increasing control over his powers. On the other hand, werewolves would lose their humanity and turn into beasts, destroying any living creatures they saw during a full moon, leaving only a trail of bloody mess behind.

But not him. He didn't need medication to control his transformation. He could handle himself in a fixed location during the change. He could hold his killing instinct in his inner self and then wait peacefully for the full moon to pass.

Although this substantial control was achieved through years of training without interruption and enduring pain and suffering, Wolfgang felt it was worth it. Because he always wanted to live everyday human life, unlike other members of his clan, who had to live in deep forests and barren mountains, never seeing the sunlight.

Wolfgang carefully recalled yesterday's events after his transformation and he could only remember a few scattered fragments. Still, to him, it was a step forward because usually, after transforming during a full moon, the killer instinct would completely take over the brain, leaving no memory of anything.

But now he remembered deeply that his claws tore apart the carpet after transforming and threw his mobile phone outside.

"Wait, the phone!"

Wolfgang suddenly remembered the phone call he had received in a critical situation last night!

He searched the entire room, finally finding the phone under the. Fortunatelytely, it wasn't broken. Wolfgang opened the note and glanced at it. The latest call showed the caller was... 

Emily.

Oh, the girl he had a date with last night was adorable.

He couldn't remember what they talked about last night in their situation, but it could have been more impressive. He sighed, arranged his words in his heart, and dialed her number.

Emily's phone rang, which was just as lovely as hers. Wolfgang gently smiled. After a while, the soft music ended, and Emily's cautious and suspicious voice came from the other end: "Are you... okay?"

"Miss Emily, this is Wolfgang." He tried his best to use the gentlest tone to speak.

"Oh... I, I know. Did you call me for something? Did you dial the wrong number?"

Emily's voice sounded very anxious, a bit annoyed. Wolfgang couldn't help but knock on his forehead and said: "Last night, I had something urgent so that I might have said some hurtful things to you... I am truly sorry. I know this might seem forced, but to express my remorse, can you agree to let me invite you to the movies?"

Emily paused for a moment before saying: "Really?"

"Yes, I guarantee I won't show the same attitude as last night. I assure you that I'm not the same person as last night."

"Okay... alright then."

Wolfgang breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for giving me this opportunity. Are you free tonight?"

"Yes, I am."

"Great, can I pick you up after work tonight? Can you give me your company address?"

Emily gave him her work address, agreed on a time, and then politely hung up the phone.

Sitting on the salon chair, Wolfgang remembered every gesture, every word of Emily's from last night. It was highly flexible and had a youthful breath, like a warm stream for someone who had been alone for many years like him. He remembered resisting when his parents wanted him to go on a blind date, but now he thought it might have been a good opportunity.