DAHLIA:It can’t be, right? That black wolf couldn’t possibly be my husband!“What on earth did you do to Dahlia? Where did you take her,” his voice thundered.“We just went for a stroll. She felt sick on the way back,” I heard Kaist said in response.“Prince Kaist, I pray there won’t be a next time to this surprised excursions of yours, especially not after my wife comes home feeling dreadful like this!”Tristan turned around. My head felt slightly dizzy again, and I closed my eyes.“Dahlia, are you alright?...”I opened my eyes in response to his voice. It was still my Tristan, but this time, the look in his face had already softened.“T-Take me to the bathroom please…”He nodded his head, and in a few minutes, he eased me down gently on the tiled bathroom floor.I threw out the rest of whatever was in my stomach by the sink.
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