For the past few days, Sylas showed no signs of returning to his house, and as time passed by, Violet felt more and more disheartened.
She reminded herself continuously how it was wrong of her to feel this way, especially when Sylas came over here for his mate. She was being selfish and chided herself for it.
Sylas already made enough arrangements for her.
However, deep down, during this time, she wished she could be by his side. Even through his grief, she wanted to accompany him.
"Ow!" Violet winced when her hand touched the hot pan.
Stella sighed seeing the scene and immediately took her to wash her finger under the cool running water.
Stella scolded, "Stay out of the kitchen! You're distracted the entire day. If you get seriously hurt by any chance, Alpha is going to have my head."
