Chapter 19: Clarifying the Relationship

Layla pushed aside the turmoil in her mind and observed the two people walking together.

Perhaps it was psychological. She felt they truly looked good together. The beautiful woman with her voluptuous figure continually pressed her curves against him. Layla couldn't help but stare at her ample bosom; although she considered her own body to be well-proportioned, such magnificence was...

“Stop staring,” the man's deep voice sounded in her ear, as a hand covered her eyes, which had been wide open, staring at a sensitive area.

Layla was utterly embarrassed by the man's actions. Seriously, she was just curious about the size, but his tone sounded like a warning, as if she was being infatuated by another woman!

She was just curious!

Swear to God!!!

However, given the stimulated psychology of a little wolf, no one had time to pay attention to it.

The tanned beauty gazed gently at Bridget's handsome face and said happily, "I heard you have a little wolf? That's wonderful, how did you know I've been wanting to raise a pet?" As she spoke, her slender, flexible hand reached out to touch the little wolf.

Layla blinked at Bridget, thinking that according to this woman’s words, he took her in to please the beauty?

A slight discomfort crept into her soul.

Bridget subtly stepped back, avoiding the hand reaching out to touch his pet. His face remained cold throughout, inexplicably making the atmosphere around him feel strangely chilly.

It seemed he didn't hear the woman's words. His arm holding the little wolf was steady as a rock, giving Layla a sense of protection, as if nothing could harm her no matter what happened.

His unwillingness to let anyone touch her made her heart, previously pricked like needles, feel more satisfied than ever.

Layla, you're crazy!

The thought flashed through her mind, immediately terrifying her. After experiencing betrayal, she couldn't believe she now had the courage to trust someone else. Moreover, she felt content being in a vulnerable position and being protected.

When did she become so degraded?

With the grudge on her shoulders, the burden of reclaiming the tribe that her entire family had shed so much blood and sweat to build and was destroyed by her, Layla couldn't believe she was accepting her current situation. The ever-changing emotions, driven by the man's attitude, made her feel a great danger.

She should have been looking for the fastest way to recover!

But… in her current circumstances, what else could she do besides waiting for her body to heal? Moreover, she clearly remembered that the man's blood had some effect on her.

No! No!!!

She could leave and find her subordinates! They might help her recover the fastest!

But… how could she ensure that her subordinates would still be loyal to her? How could she guarantee that when she found them, they wouldn’t see her as a delicious piece of meat delivered to their mouths? Or if they recognized who she was, how could she be sure they would help her rather than handing over a useless wolf that couldn’t transform to the enemy?

Ha ha.

Look, whether it’s an excuse or the reality, she still leaned towards staying with this man.

She paid too much attention to Bridget, and more sadly, she accepted it most sincerely.

Damn it, that bastard Leon betrayed her, causing her to end up in this situation!

Damn it, Bridget, damn him! Why was he so attractive?! It must be because he charmed her that she could fall so low!

Damn it! Even she herself was a damn fool!!!

Layla went through a series of questions directed at her own conscience, feeling dejected, she lay limp in the man’s arms. If she could, she would willingly become an unfeeling wolf statue. Why? In fact, it wouldn’t serve any real purpose, but it was quite useful for avoiding reality!

…

“Bridge…,” the beauty’s voice sounded in her ears. At first, Layla didn’t mind, but perhaps due to psychological effects, she found the voice annoyingly shrill.

She sighed and apologized to the beauty woman in her heart, but it seemed she had automatically placed the beauty in a dislike category. This emotional behavior of hers was quite blameworthy, but she had no intention of changing it!

Therefore, Layla hoped this beautiful woman wouldn't try to touch her again, fearing she wouldn't be able to restrain her teeth from biting the beauty!

Whether it was because the man and Layla resonated with each other or not, Bridget’s face also clearly showed discomfort with the beauty’s persistence. He coldly said:

“I am not Elder Paul’s son, not your brother. Call me chieftain, Helen.”

The hand holding the man’s arm stiffened. Clearly, the beauty hadn’t expected this. Before, no matter how she addressed him, Bridget never refused, or more accurately, didn’t care. But today, he explicitly wanted to draw a boundary between himself and the beauty.

Was it because of the appearance of this damn wolf?

The beauty’s eyes became sharp and angry as she glanced at the little wolf. However, due to her habit of hiding her true face, no one noticed the change in her eyes.

In fact, the beauty guessed wrong. It was true that Bridget valued his pet, but he wasn’t to the point of wanting to keep his purity for a pet. Simply, he was enchanted by the girl under the moon that night. He knew the intentions of Elder Paul and his daughter. Before, he was too lazy to explain, but now he absolutely couldn’t let that girl misunderstand the relationships around him, so he directly clarified his relationship with Helen.

Of course, if later he found that girl no longer attracted him, he wouldn’t fear any tension in his relationships. He was the strong one, and the strong never feared anything.

At this moment, Bridget’s impression of the girl he met only once was just that. He would never have thought that the relationship he believed could be simply resolved with strength would entangle and complicate his life for a long time to come.

Fate is always something hard to understand.