I’d seen ruthless people before, but Vincent’s something else.
I even thought Vincent might be sick–maybe he needed some herbal medicine.
Who knew Vincent would laugh at my comment.
His gaze lingered on me, lips curling with a hint of mischief: “Miss Hazel isn’t bad either.”
My eyes also swept up and down Vincent’s figure.
I had to admit, seeing this man up close, he was even more perfect and filled with masculine tension.
His features were three–dimensional and distinct, with a refined depth and ruggedness between his brows and eyes.
The lines of his entire face were smooth, soft yet not lacking that sharpness unique to men.
As a medical professional, I particularly appreciated specimens that were perfectly formed in any species.
Especially the nearly perfect bone proportions and the aesthetic beauty created by muscle distribution.
So I greatly appreciated this man’s physique.
Vincent also sensed my somewhat abnormal gaze.
His eyes darkened slightly.
The feeling was like… as if I was very satisfied with his body?
This look actually made his wolf instinctively emit a powerful aura, urgently wanting to emerge from his body.
“Thanks for earlier,” I said. “But regarding matters between me and Silver Moon Pack, if there’s a next time, don’t interfere.”
Although I didn’t think Vincent was specifically helping me, Vincent had indeed helped in terms of results.
So thanks still needed to be said.
I don’t like owing favors.
Moreover, I don’t like others interfering in my affairs.
After all, when I want to lose my temper and vent, I need to handle it personally to feel satisfied.
It’s like when you’re cursing someone out and really getting into the flow, suddenly someone interrupts you.
Even if they’re helping, I’d still feel annoyed.
Originally, I was a timid and cowardly person, so I/never fought back against Silver Moon Pack’s various cold violence and verbal abuse.
When George played with me like a dog, I never stood up for myself either.
Maybe it was the accumulated hatred in the original me’s body that made me unable to leave this family any face now,
Vincent wasn’t angry at what I said. Instead, his eyes held a hint of interest and amusement that I had stirred up.
“Has Miss Hazel misunderstood something? I never intended to help you.”
I remained noncommittal and prepared to turn and leave.
“Then, as friends who’ve met twice, could I invite Miss Hazel to dinner today?” Vincent suddenly spoke.
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My steps paused, and I turned back to look at Vincent, whose gaze was fixed directly on me.
Clear, deep eyes clearly reflected my image, those smiling eyes like enchanting demons.
Beautiful yet dangerously deadly.
I smiled and suddenly said: “What a coincidence, we meet again.”
Vincent looked at me, eyebrows slightly raised.
My tone lifted: “Have dinner together?”
Vincent’s eyes also took on some laughter, devastatingly bewitching: “Sure.”
Vincent’s beta and the manager from earlier exchanged surprised glances.
What was this routine?
How could they not understand?
Actually, I was just acting on impulse, deliberately teasing Vincent for fun.
But I didn’t expect Vincent to be so cooperative.
Since I’d already spoken, I could only go along with it.
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