Rory frowned. Why did her cousin mention it this time when he had always prevented her from contacting King Blake?
"Wendy was about to lose her mind. She didn't need more fuel." Wayne didn't hide it from her.
"Okay, I'll go with King Blake." Rory smiled and instantly understood what her cousin meant. She agreed to this proposal.
Alpha Cole returned to the pack house early. It was rare that he did not stay in the study for a few hours. Instead, he had a good meal with Sylvia and took care of his son.
Leaning against the arm of Alpha Cole, she suddenly thought of the good old times. Without Rory, everything could come back.
However, when she opened her eyes the next day and habitually touched the side of the bed, it was as cold as ever, and then she smiled bitterly.
The servants walked into the room one after another, pulled open the curtains, and cleaned up.
She pretended as if nothing happened.