For so many years, this was the only night I was able to sleep peacefully until the next day.
Before I succumbed to the power of sleep, my mind had been restless over what might be her reaction in the morning.
Would she be angry?
Would she press for divorce?
Or would she run away from me?
More ridiculous was Karl, who had practically become mute, unbothered about me or whatever thought was going through my mind.
Even when I had to call his attention to what our morning might turn into the next day, he simply growled, and that was all.
I was beginning to doubt if he was my wolf rather than hers… every single word he uttered was either praising her or scolding me for not handling her well.
I wanted to blame myself for my impatience last night, but on second thought, I sighed. Given a choice, I would have repeated the same action over and over.
