Your Offer

Zoe nodded in response to Wolf's question. The writing was not wrong. But the request was considered wrong by Wolf. The man, who had deep green irises, looked at Zoe as if he had just met a crazy woman.

"Do you want more money? If it's just more money... I'll give it to you. Your body is not bad. But not this." Wolf flicked the paper out of her hand, considering it trash.

"Mmmm..." Zoe mumbled while waving her hands in panic. Afraid that Wolf would leave.

But that mumbling made Wolf, who was just about to put on his shirt, stop and look at her with a questioning face. He could see that Zoe was having trouble speaking.

"Are you mute?" Wolf used sign language. But Zoe didn't understand the sign language.

She wrote the answer again on the paper, then held it out.

[I'm not deaf, but I can't speak. Nerve problem in the brain. It's long. I don't want to explain it. But I still want to marry you.]

An answer that made Wolf snort. Because it was hilarious.

"So your brain is impaired. No wonder