One of Nathan’s friends playfully slapped him on the shoulder and jested, “Nathan, you’d better hustle and bring Isabella back pronto. Imagine if one day she waltzes back, pregnant and demanding a divorce. You’d be left high and dry, bawling your eyes out.” “Plus, if the great Nathan gets ditched by Isabella, it’d be a real hit to your werewolf - enhanced reputation.” Nathan gritted his teeth, muttering, “She wouldn’t dare...” Ultimately, perhaps under the mounting pressure of the impending company gala, a significant event in the werewolf - human business calendar, Nathan decided to yield. “Noah, book me a flight to the U.S. And get some top - notch gifts for my wife,” he commanded, his werewolf pride slightly bruised but his sense of duty to maintain appearances kicking in. His assistant, whose face betrayed no emotion, replied, “Yes, sir.” The next day. Nathan boarded a flight to the U.S., clutching a ragdoll cat as a gift his assistant had procured. The cat, with its
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