I Can't Help You

Zoe looked down again and gripped Wolf's thigh, urging him to leave the doctor's office.

Of course, Wolf didn't budge to fulfill Zoe's request. Instead, he held Zoe's cold hand. Zoe tried to pull her hand away, wanting to convey that she really wanted to leave.

However, Wolf's grip was not only firm but also tender. He caressed Zoe's hand, rubbing the back of it and gently stroking the palm. Providing a more soothing touch, coaxing with a touch that was both comforting and persuasive.

The ticklish and warm sensation made Zoe's heart race, not out of fear anymore. Zoe might have sighed, if not for the doctor, who was enthusiastically explaining, mentioning his name in full.

Zoe pressed her lips tightly afterward, glancing at Wolf. Who, of course, had an impassive expression. Not even a blink when looking at Howard.

"I remember who you are. Zoe Anderson. I can't forget it. It's been a while, but I still remember because it's too unique. Wait!"

Howard shifted to the computer in front of