Chapter31.
After dinner, I curled up on the sofa. I deleted and rewrote my chat with Liam Chandler several times before finally giving up.
What did Xander mean? He gave me the measurements, but then didn’t want the suit? My wolf was guessing. “A PRANK?”
I couldn’t fathom this tycoon’s intentions, nor did I want to. Besides this unresolved suit, our lives shouldn’t have any further intersection.
Footsteps approached from the living room. I closed the chat window and lowered my legs.
“Where did all your clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry go?” Jason asked as soon as he entered, his tone sharp.
My heart skipped a beat. Had he discovered something? No, what medication had this jerk taken today? He came home for dinner without a word and even went upstairs to check the dressing
room?
“I took the clothes and shoes to the dry cleaner’s, and the bags and jewelry to be serviced,” I said, my inner turmoil hidden behind a calm and bewildered facade.
“All of them?”
“Yes, is there a problem? I was bored, so I tidied up the house. You know, werewolves can’t sit still. I mixed up the worn and unworn clothes and shoes in the closet, so I decided to have everything dry–cleaned. The same with the bags and jewelry; they were worn, the diamonds were dull, and the edges of the bags were scuffed. I took the opportunity to have them repaired
and serviced.”
My explanation was logical and reasonable. There was no need to lie. Jason seemed to find it odd, but after my explanation, he believed me. Lately, I had indeed been at home a lot, tidying up the house. He recalled that every time he came home, I seemed to be running around cleaning
“No need to rush; you’re not only home for a few days. You can tidy up later.”
I’m going on a trip in a few days, so before I leave, I want to clean the house thoroughly.”
There was nothing wrong with my words, but Jason felt uneasy. He spotted the dark blue bag on the sofa, bent down to pick it up, “This is for me…”
“No…”
I instinctively stopped him, leaning over to prevent him from touching it. Neither of us finished our sentences, but we both froze. Jason’s face was frighteningly cold. I sensed his confusion and
anger.
I quickly recovered and added, “It’s for my dad.”
Jason’s disappointment was palpable.“You bought something for your dad, but didn’t think to buy a suit for your partner?”
I retorted, “Do you need a suit?” He probably had more suits in Tanner Cooper’s bedroom than at
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home.
Jason was speechless.
Ignoring him, I picked up the suit from the sofa, put on my slippers, and ran upstairs to my study. After a while, I heard the car drive away. I breathed a sigh of relief.
The next day was Sunday, and the weather was pleasant. I went to the high school where Jason and I had studied. It wasn’t a school day, but I still saw a couple of students in uniforms.
I strolled leisurely, revisiting the places Jason and I had shared: the classroom where we sat together, the tree–lined path we walked, the playground where we ran, and the way they transformed into wolves tightly nestled together..
Finally, I reached the bamboo grove by the artificial lake and dug up the box we had buried. together in a hidden corner. It was the eve of the college entrance exam. One night after evening self–study, Jason dragged me here. It was dark, and we used our phones for light, writing on paper resting on our knees. He said we would dig it up and look at it together twenty years later. The faint light shone in his eyes, brighter than the stars.
I smiled with relief and took out my capsule from the box. My wolf and I said same time, “GOODBYE, JASON WINTER!”
At the same time, Jason was in the project manager’s office. The blinds were drawn, and the door was closed. The project team members were whispering. Jason frowned, reviewing the project proposal Tanner Cooper had prepared.
Chapter31.
After dinner, I curled up on the sofa. I deleted and rewrote my chat with Liam Chandler several times before finally giving up.
What did Xander mean? He gave me the measurements, but then didn’t want the suit? My wolf was guessing.“A PRANK?”
I couldn’t fathom this tycoon’s intentions, nor did I want to. Besides this unresolved suit, our lives shouldn’t have any further intersection.
Footsteps approached from the living room. I closed the chat window and lowered my legs.
“Where did all your clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry go?” Jason asked as soon as he entered, his tone sharp.
My heart skipped a beat. Had he discovered something? No, what medication had this jerk taken today? He came home for dinner without a word and even went upstairs to check the dressing
room?
“I took the clothes and shoes to the dry cleaner’s, and the bags and jewelry to be serviced,” I said, my inner turmoil hidden behind a calm and bewildered facade.
“All of them?”
“Yes, is there a problem? I was bored, so I tidied up the house. You know, werewolves can’t sit still. I mixed up the worn and unworn clothes and shoes in the closet, so I decided to have everything dry–cleaned. The same with the bags and jewelry; they were worn, the diamonds were dull, and the edges of the bags were scuffed. I took the opportunity to have them repaired
and serviced.”
My explanation was logical and reasonable. There was no need to lie. Jason seemed to find it odd, but after my explanation, he believed me. Lately, I had indeed been at home a lot, tidying up the house. He recalled that every time he came home, I seemed to be running around cleaning.
“No need to rush; you’re not only home for a few days. You can tidy up later.”
“I’m going on a trip in a few days, so before I leave, I want to clean the house thoroughly.”
There was nothing wrong with my words, but Jason felt uneasy. He spotted the dark blue bag on the sofa, bent down to pick it up, “This is for me…”
“No…”
instinctively stopped him, leaning over to prevent him from touching it. Neither of us finished. our sentences, but we both froze. Jason’s face was frighteningly cold. I sensed his confusion and
anger.
I quickly recovered and added, “It’s for my dad.”
Jason’s disappointment was palpable. You bought something for your dad, but didn’t think to buy
your partner?”
a suit for
I retorted, “Do you need a suit?” He probably had more suits in Tanner Cooper’s bedroom than at
11
home.
Jason was speechless.
Ignoring him, I picked up the suit from the sofa, put on my slippers, and ran upstairs to my study. After a while, I heard the car drive away. I breathed a sigh of relief.
The next day was Sunday, and the weather was pleasant. I went to the high school where Jason and I had studied. It wasn’t a school day, but I still saw a couple of students in uniforms.
I strolled leisurely, revisiting the places Jason and I had shared: the classroom where we sat together, the tree–lined path we walked, the playground where we ran, and the way they transformed into wolves tightly nestled together….
Finally, I reached the bamboo grove by the artificial lake and dug up the box we had buried. together in a hidden corner. It was the eve of the college entrance exam. One night after evening self–study, Jason dragged me here. It was dark, and we used our phones for light, writing on paper resting on our knees. He said we would dig it up and look at it together twenty years later. The faint light shone in his eyes, brighter than the stars.
I smiled with relief and took out my capsule from the box. My wolf and I said same time, “GOODBYE, JASON WINTER!”
At the same time, Jason was in the project manager’s office. The blinds were drawn, and the door was closed. The project team members were whispering. Jason frowned, reviewing the project. proposal Tanner Cooper had prepared.
