After being ruthlessly bathed, Layla was dried and placed on the bed by the golden-eyed man. The spacious, warm bed was covered by Bridget with a golden-striped black fur.He set her in a wicker basket lined with soft cotton, topped with a beautiful white fox fur, positioned right near Bridget's bedhead—a cozy little nest that was also difficult to escape from.His large, calloused hand gently stroked her head as he spoke softly, “Be good. You can play, but only in this room.”Layla silently observed the man’s face. Why did his voice sound so gentle, yet his expression was the complete opposite?Still, for a big, strong man to threaten a poor little wolf cub—how was that fair?Layla would never understand the thinking of this man.After speaking, Bridget smiled and left, his voice faintly audible outside the room, instructing someone.“Take care of the cub properly. No second chances.”As Layla pondered the meaning behind his words, a limping figure entered.The little wolf was surpri
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