A strong gene

Suzanna couldn't help noticing the distant look in Angel's gaze since she came in. It was as if she experienced something shocking the other night, and was still in fear.

Taking the boldness to inquire, she tapped on Angel's shoulder to grab her attention and asked, "My lady, is this about the wedding?" Wanting to know what was bothering her.

"Ah, no. I am fine," waving it off, she smiled trying to convince Suzanna, and picked up her fork to eat.

"You might be very busy tomorrow, should I ask the doctor to concoct a herb for you? It would help to relieve fear," Suzanna suggested but Angel knew she needed more than a fear-relieving herb. The thought of that black werewolf wouldn't leave her head, and he is now messing with her emotions.