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?

Holly faltered. Speechless, she pursed her lips and gently shook her head.


'And here I thought Philip Powell knew about me and Silas. Turns out, she was talking about Quinn Zeller…'


Holly lowered her eyes, gripped her phone tighter, and ate her meal in silence.


Philip Powell carried her food bowl around the table and sat down beside Holly, giving her a little nudge with her shoulder.


"Oh, come on! Don't be shy and deny it. I saw everything." Philip Powell whispered, covering her mouth with her hand. "Quinn Zeller just texted you, asking you to eat with him! And you're still saying there's nothing going on? If there's nothing going on, why would the President's special assistant ask a lowly intern like you to have lunch?"


Chapter 89 - Chapter 89: Silas Thornton's Chat Background Is a Girl