The Only Woman Who Want To Marry You

"He doesn't want to meet me," Wolf said to Sara, who seemed to sigh.

"No sh*t, Sherlock. That's genius." Sara sarcastically remarked, as it didn't take a genius to figure out why Zoe didn't want to meet him.

"Do you think treating a woman roughly like that will make them adore you?" Sara hissed, releasing the frustration she had been holding back since yesterday.

Wolf tried to unwind by rubbing his still-throbbing forehead and sitting in the lengthy chair that Sara's patients typically use during talk sessions. Wolf wasn't Sara's patient, but he had laid on that chair before today for a physical session.

"Is it true that after this, Zoe will find it even harder to talk?" Wolf asked, closing his eyes. His body needed rest, having been too tense since yesterday.

"That's just a possibility. I concluded. Zoe's inability to speak comes from fear, desperation, and negative feelings like that. She spoke yesterday because she felt forced. Angry and desperate due to what you said to her. That'