A man with fluffy black ears atop his head and a swinging, long, black, furry tail burst into the villa with a cold and stern expression.
Holly Wyatt didn't know what was happening; though deaf and mute, she somehow heard the man's disdainful voice at that very moment.
[The cub has grown a little.]
[Still too weak.]
[How did she end up looking like this? So gaunt and scrawny, so unsightly. Standing there, she looks like a telephone pole—the shortest one, at that.]
Holly Wyatt: ...
She rubbed her fingertips together, staring at the tip of the man's tail that curled into a little heart shape, wanting to touch it...
*
Two years later.
Dressed in a camisole and hot pants, the moment she pulled open the main door, she heard the man's sharp, explosive inner shriek.
[Aaaah! Damn it! Who taught the cub to dress like this?! I was only gone for two years, where is my cub who used to be all bundled up?!]
[Give her back!!]
*
As the leader of the Wolf Clan, Silas Thornton's primary mission was to manage the pack, and his secondary mission was to raise the cub well.
One day, he discovered that the cub he was raising actually wanted to date! This meant the cub wanted to procreate!
That was unacceptable!
And so, Holly Wyatt could always hear the man's inner ramblings.
[The cub is still too young; she can't run off and procreate with some random man out there.]
[If the cub is really that desperate to procreate, I suppose I can reluctantly make a sacrifice.]
[Why doesn't the cub want to procreate yet? I'm already prepared.]
Holly Wyatt: !!?? Does this mean she can finally touch his big tail?

Lynn Fletcher took a deep breath as a sudden wave of nervousness washed over her. "I'm going to the restroom. If they get here, come find me."


Lynn Fletcher caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye. Her heart seized. 'Was that Holly Wyatt?!'


Clutching her handbag, Lynn Fletcher tiptoed over and glanced up at the plaque on the door.


Her brow furrowed instantly as she quietly pushed the door open.


The wardrobe room was filled with things, but it was all very neat. A quick scan revealed no one inside.


Lynn Fletcher closed the door behind her, her eyes scanning the room.


Holly Wyatt was crouched on the floor, sorting through fabrics for later.


Shannon Draper had said they needed to prepare outfits for Thornton Corporation's new spokesperson today. The spokesperson hadn't been decided yet, so naturally, neither had the theme for the clothes.


Chapter 51 - Chapter 51: Shortening Her Lifespan