The Fifty-First Chapter

“The most traitorous wolves hide beneath a lamb’s cloak, Cyrill.”

Cyrill, despite Rozelyn’s warning that it will take an hour or two before he could move, managed to stand from the bed.

Rozelyn was astounded but she had already anticipated his actions.

“What did you say?” His voice was soft but deadly. “Are you accusing me, Rozelyn?”

But Rozelyn didn’t see it coming. She didn’t see the slap from Cyrill’s mighty hand that had made her lose balance due the strong impact of his slap.

With all her strength, she managed her face to stay upright and not fall on the floor. She managed to hold her chin high as she faced Cyrill again.

Her throat bobbed. But, she did not allow herself to look like a meek mouse in his eyes.

“You heard what I said. It is what it says it is.” She then patted her right cheek that was still swollen due to the Pasiphae Werewolf’s slap.

She was about to slap him back as well but his other hand caught her.