All Chapters of My Hot Masked Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Nat, you're such a kind person!" Novia expressed some awareness, partially closing her eyes, and said with a smile. Observing her disheveled appearance due to intoxication, I swiftly guided her to lie down. "Go to sleep, and please stop talking." Novia drifted back into sleep, but for some reason, I couldn't manage to fall asleep myself, no matter what I tried. Throughout the night, Novia vomited multiple times in succession. I was grateful that I had refrained from consuming alcohol. If both of us had been intoxicated, I couldn't fathom the state our home would be in. Thankfully, Novia finally woke up in the morning, completely sober this time. "How did I end up here?" Novia appeared somewhat confused, unaware of her whereabouts. "You drank at my place and then passed out," I explained helplessly. Novia felt a bit embarrassed, and she vividly remembered the events of the previous

As soon as Mr. Eugen spoke, Vicky was immediately brought back to reality. All her arrogance and dominance from before vanished in that moment. Vicky's biggest concern was Luna's identity on this level, but Claude had given her all his love without giving her the status of the mistress, leaving her feeling illegitimate. On this level, I have always suppressed her. I noticed that Vicky's eyes turned red. I didn't need to think to know how much she hated me, a discarded werewolf, daring to assert my dominance over her as Luna. The servants around us visibly panicked, instinctively looking towards Vicky, as they all answered to her. Vicky tried hard to conceal her resentment in her eyes, looking at Mr. Eugen with a sense of grievance. Her gaze swept over me, full of hatred. "I'm sorry, Mr. Eugen, but all of this was my idea. Please don't blame them." Vicky clearly knew that she couldn't afford to provoke Mr. Eugen, imm

After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but furrow my brows. I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I sensed a hint of disappointment in Claude's tone during our conversation. It must be my imagination though. Claude probably just wanted to get rid of me. The thought of Claude made me lose my appetite for dinner. "Claude?" Mr. Eugen casually asked, but there was a hint of darkness in his eyes. "Yes, he said he wanted to talk to me in person," I replied nonchalantly. "Do you need my help?" Mr. Eugen asked. "It's alright, I can handle these things on my own," I declined. I felt that it wasn't necessary. I didn't want anything from Claude, and he had no reason not to reject me. Besides, even if Claude didn't want to separate from me, Vicky probably wouldn't agree, right? "Well, call me if you need anything," Mr. Eugen didn't insist, after all, it would be better for me to handle this matter

As I walked into the familiar office building, I made my way to Claude's office. It was clear that Claude had been waiting for me for some time. I didn't want to waste any more words with him, so I directly and coldly expressed my intentions. I didn't want to be delayed any further. There was a momentary disbelief in Claude's eyes, and he paused for a few seconds. "I won't reject you," Claude said. I looked up in surprise and caught a glimpse of longing in Claude's eyes. What was he saying? He was deeply in love with Vicky, and he had even kicked me out of the house for her. How could he possibly have any longing for me? "Nat, I won't separate from you," Claude said, looking into my eyes with sincerity. Claude's confident tone made me feel somewhat ridiculous. Now he was saying that he wouldn't separate from me. He had already heartlessly kicked me out and let Vicky take my place. How could he be so shameless?

I feel that humans are creatures of habit. I got off in front of Mr. Eugen's villa and I'm not sure why I chose to come here. I only lived here for a while, but being here now, I feel a lot of familiarity. Even the feeling of my fingers on the door has a habitual bend to it."Miss Fowler is back!" I hadn't even knocked on the door yet, but I could hear the maid's excited voice."Mommy, mommy!" Spring, in the arms of the maid, looked at me with joy, not even blinking his eyes. It seemed like he couldn't believe it, his clear eyes even had a hint of tears, stubbornly looking at me, afraid that I might suddenly disappear."Spring," he had gotten thinner since his illness, and I couldn't help but feel heartbroken when I looked at his pale little face. I had originally wanted to correct him and tell him to call me Miss Fowler, but at this moment, I couldn't bring myself to do it."Mommy, mommy," Spring finally felt that his mommy was by his side, and his little hands opened, wanting to rus