“Let me peel you an orange. I know they’re your favorite.” I made an effort to break the silence.
Warren didn’t respond. He proceeded to tinker with his phone, as though he hadn’t heard me just now.
Biting my lower lip, I swallowed my complicated emotions and called out his name.
Finally, Warren came to his senses and looked at me weirdly. “What’s wrong?”
I forced a smile and held up the orange in my hand. “How about an orange? I’ll peel it for you.”
“No, thanks. Eat it yourself.” Warren looked down at his phone again.
My fingers clenched around the orange in my hand. I felt angry, but I couldn’t lose my temper. After all, I was the one who had ruined our relationship. I couldn’t blame Warren for treating me like this.
“Wait. Where are your ear stud?” I noticed that he wasn’t wearing the ear stud I had given him. He wasn’t wearing it the last time we met, too. Maybe he had taken it off a long time ago.
These days, I had devoted all my attention to Rufus and didn’t give a damn about those details. But now…
Warren didn’t even look up from his phone. “I took it off.”
“What? Why?” My growing dissatisfaction reared its ugly head. I had gifted him that ear stud for his sixteenth birthday. He used to wear it every day.
“I don’t want to wear it anymore,” Warren answered coldly. His reason was so simple yet straightforward, which made me unable to refute.
I could’ve accepted it if Warren hated me and unleashed his rage, but I couldn’t stand being ignored by him.
“Is your phone really that interesting?” I couldn’t hide the dissatisfaction in my tone.
“Mhm.”
Without raising his head, Warren tapped away at his phone screen, as though he was chatting with someone.
“What’s so important that you won’t even talk to me?” I couldn’t force a smile anymore. My expression darkened and I was about to lose my patience to his indifference.
Although Warren didn’t answer my question, he finally looked up from his phone.
He raised his head and locked eyes with me. After a moment’s hesitation, he asked, “Did you really take care of me when I was in a coma? The entire two days?”
Alina’s POV
Warren’s question really pissed me off.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? Do you think I lied?” I suddenly stood up and looked into his eyes coldly. “When you were unconscious, I took care of you day and night. I didn’t sleep a wink for two days straight. I didn’t dare to leave the hospital for fear that no one would be there for you when you woke up.”
I squeezed out a couple of tears and said in a sobbing tone, “I know I wronged you before, but you can’t just accuse me of lying!”
Despite my tearful face, Warren’s expression remained indifferent.
The calmer he was, the more embarrassed I felt. I felt like a joke.
Suddenly, panic seized me. Did he know something?
The truth was, during the two days Warren was unconscious, another she-wolf had taken care of him. She was in Sylvia’s court trial before. I think she was her roommate.
I thought Sylvia was the one who sent her, so I drove her away. Coincidentally, Warren woke up not long after that she-wolf left.
And when he did wake up, he groggily muttered a name. I hadn’t heard him clearly-I thought he was calling Sylvia’s name again, which made me so angry.
What angered me even more was that when Warren finally opened his eyes and saw me, he looked nothing but disappointed.
Obviously, I was not the she-wolf he wanted to see.
This fact broke my heart. Only then did I realize that he was drifting farther and farther away from me.
Could I have misunderstood the situation? Was the she-wolf I drove away secretly Warren’s girlfriend? But Warren could never settle for such a girl. He had better taste than that. Although that girl wasn’t ugly, she looked poor. Obviously, she didn’t have a powerful background or any notable status.
Moreover, if Warren wanted to be with her, she needed to get Uncle Owen’s approval first. Uncle Owen would never let his son be with an ordinary she-wolf.
And Warren had loved me since childhood. Yet he was so cold to me now. Surely it was all Sylvia’s fault.
That she-wolf was Sylvia’s roommate. Maybe they were working together to plot against me.
Now that I thought about it, they probably bewitched Warren!
I subtly pinched the palm of my hand to squeeze out a few more tears. Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected Sylvia, who had been trampled underfoot by me before, to one day surpass me. Not only was her mate bond with Rufus announced in such a high-profile manner, but she was also granted a military rank.
Sylvia’s streak of good luck was driving me crazy with jealousy. How could a lowly slave like her earn the approval of the lycan king? Was it just because Rufus was on her side?
How dare Sylvia get Warren to distance himself from me?!
As my hatred towards Sylvia mounted, I gritted my teeth and racked my brains to come up with ways to make trouble for her.
“Master, maybe Warren already knows that you sent Tom to kill him. That’d explain why he’s so cold to you now,” my wolf Elva suddenly suggested.
My heart skipped a beat. “No, I doubt it. Tom works for me but I never asked him to kill Warren.”
“That’s true, but the queen gave Tom the order in your name. Even if it wasn’t your intention, what if Warren believes otherwise?” Elva said.
My mind was in a mess. “Tom never would’ve told him, right?”
But Elva didn’t like Tom one bit. She snorted with disdain. “Are you kidding me? That guy has a big mouth, and he’s arrogant and complacent. He might’ve said something to Warren.”
“Then what should I do? If I ask Warren about it when Tom didn’t even say anything, then I would expose myself! Besides, it had something to do with the queen. I can’t just confess voluntarily, lest I implicate her.” I felt panic rising in my chest.
After our brief quarrel, Warren didn’t talk to me anymore. He leaned against the headboard and closed his eyes quietly.
Looking at his handsome side profile, I hesitated. Should I ask him…?
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