Chapter 32

As soon as I walked out of Enzo's bedroom, I bumped into Mary and Cindy.

My hand came up to my chest, startled by their sudden appearance.

Cindy had a glass of milk in her hands. It looked like she was on her way to send it to Enzo.

Both of them frowned slightly when they saw me coming out of Enzo's bedroom.

"Miss Gilmore, I remember telling you not to disturb Alpha in his rest if nothing required his immediate attention." Marry looked at me with her dead, empty, horrifying eyes.

"I wasn't disturbing him. I simply..." I trailed off and shrugged, not knowing how to explain it.

Anyway, why do I need to explain my relationship with Enzo to others?

Instead, wasn't it more of a bother for Mary and her daughter, Cindy, to knock on the door so late just to deliver milk?

My eyes cast down on the milk slightly pissed by that.

Mary seemed to guess my thoughts, the wrinkles on the corner of her mouth more prominent. She sneered. "My daughter is not the same as you. She's Alpha's right-hand woman