The scent of Ivy Keating clung to Carl, triggering my wolf’s fury. When I glanced over, there she was, leaning weakly against him.
The two of them carried gift bags, a large bag of groceries, and even a cake—looking every bit like a loving couple heading home to celebrate.
Aunt Selma came downstairs just in time to witness the scene.
She opened her mouth to question them, but I quickly interrupted her. “Mom sent some things for you. Make sure to use them and not just let them sit around.”
I didn’t spare Carl a single glance, but for once, he seemed eager to explain.
“Blaire, don’t misunderstand. The place Ivy was staying had a lot of rogue wolves migrating from the borders. It wasn’t safe. I’m only helping her move somewhere better. I didn’t know Aunt Selma lived here too.”
He then noticed the luxury bags in my arms and frowned slightly. “Why did you buy so many things?”
I signaled the driver to move the things and simply replied, “You don’t need to tell me your work matters. These are from my mom. She thought it’d be a while before she visited again, so she bought a lot.”
Seeing I hadn’t misunderstood his intentions with Ivy, Carl visibly relaxed. He said, “Actually, this place isn’t far from where we live. You can just let me know next time if you ever want to come by.”
He had no idea I’d already decided to leave, or that a family-arranged marriage awaited me. Anyway, I had no intention of telling him.
