8. Nicholas... Rodrigo!?

For a split second, Scarlett thought she might be imagining things. She stared at the man, utterly dumbfounded. Her lips parted, and she tried to argue with the coldly silent man, but nothing came out of her but a nervous breath.

At that moment, Scarlett was at a loss, feeling nothing but numbness.

“You... You’re not playing a joke on me, are you, Mr. Weston?” Scarlett stammered, desperately seeking some assurance.

Nicholas didn’t respond; he simply stared at her with a blank expression, surprised. ‘Did she just call you, Mr. Weston? I didn’t know when you changed your fucking surname,’ Damon, his wolf, grumbled in his head.

‘Shut up, Damon,’ Nicholas closed him off. He also wasn’t sure why the girl called him Mr. Weston. But now he was 100% certain of her lie. She has her intention to marry him, and that thing definitely sets him as Mr. Weston.

‘Who is this Mr. Weston?’ He rammed in his head.

‘Or could it be she has mistaken you as Mr. Weston.’ Damon came back again, but this time w