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?

Nathan Fletcher was practically being dragged along by her.


He lowered his gaze slightly, his eyes fixed on the top of Lynn Fletcher's head with an unreadable expression.


'Even if one of those obstacles is my own sister, I won't hesitate.'


Lynn Fletcher was holding Nathan Fletcher's arm, while her other hand constantly fiddled with her hair, trying to find her most alluring angle in the reflection on the elevator doors.


The elevator doors slowly slid open, and their eyes met.


Inside the elevator, Holly Wyatt froze for a moment and instinctively pulled her hand away.


'Ah! Why did my cub let go of my hand?! That stinky tiger might really be in the hotel! What if my cub gets lost?! No! I have to hold on!'


Silas Thornton forcefully grabbed her hand back, clasping it tightly and not letting her escape.


Chapter 145 - Chapter 145: The Wolf Protected by the Cub