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Volume Two · Chapter Forty-Seven · The First Crack in Trust
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Undercover Wolf: My Target, My Girlfriend Volume Two · Chapter Forty-Eight · The Third Letter
When dusk light seeped through the ventilation shaft's gaps, Evelyn heard footsteps. Not the light kind—the kind that tries not to be noticed. Heavier, with a determined direction—like someone walking toward a known location.She didn't stand. She sat on the sack pile, hands on her knees, gaze fixed on the door's gap. The footsteps paused outside, then the door pushed open.Adrian squeezed through sideways, closing the door behind him with its dry metallic contact. His coat was dusty, a rubbed mark on his shoulder—like he'd passed close to a surface. He carried no bag, nothing that looked like "supplies." He took off the coat, hung it over the chair, walked to the workbench, opened the notebook, wrote a few lines, closed it, and set it on the table's corner.He turned to look at Evelyn. "I didn't bring food.""What did you run into?""Patrols. The South Bank's tracking party has extended to the central district's edge. I took three detours to avoid them and couldn't get close to the h
Undercover Wolf: My Target, My Girlfriend Volume Two · Chapter Forty-Seven · The First Crack in Trust
Evelyn sat on the sacks for a long time. She leaned against the wall, legs straight, ankles crossed, hands on her knees, her gaze fixed on the door's direction. Her breathing was steady, her shoulders not tense, but her fingers weren't touching each other—they rested apart on either side of her knees, fingertips pressing lightly against the fabric, like she was measuring the edge of something.The oil lamp burned steady on the wall, casting her shadow across the brick behind her—its outline clear, unshaken. She could hear Lane's breathing from the bed's direction, steady and slow, like he'd fallen asleep. She could also hear Adrian's pencil moving across paper—intermittent, sometimes stopping for long stretches, sometimes making several strokes in succession, like he was recording things that didn't need to be fully seen.She didn't turn her head.She rearranged the things Adrian had said earlier in her mind, like disassembling a used tool, separating its components, identifying which
Undercover Wolf: My Target, My Girlfriend Volume Two · Chapter Forty-Six · The Broken Mirror
The room was quiet for about ten seconds.The oil lamp burned steady on the table, casting three shadows on the wall, each occupying its own patch of space. Evelyn stood by the table, hands at her sides, the thin scratches on her palm no longer bleeding, the skin at their edges faintly pink—like lines fading. Her gaze rested on the shattered silver mirror on the tabletop, not lifting."From the third meeting," she said. "All the way to now.""Off and on," Adrian said. "Not every day.""Did you ever watch us when we weren't together?"Adrian paused. "Yes.""How many times?""I don't remember."Evelyn lifted her hand, swept the larger fragments together into a small pile on the table. Her movements were slow; she didn't press hard, just confirmed their sizes and positions. She picked up the largest piece, turned it over—its edge jagged, the crack at its center no longer glowing, just a dull gray surface. She set it back down, withdrew her hand."When you watched us with this," she said,
Undercover Wolf: My Target, My Girlfriend Volume Two · Chapter Forty-Five · The Peering Glass
Adrian left at dawn. He made no sound as he left—pushed the door gap open, slipped sideways, his footsteps echoing a few times in the passage, then fading, until they were absorbed by the pipe's wind. Lane leaned against the wall, listening to the sound move from near to far, then gone. He didn't move. Evelyn leaned against the opposite wall, her breathing still steady. The oil lamp's light, in the early morning, had taken on a paler tone—shifting from yellow to white, like the light itself was adjusting its intensity with the time.Lane sat for a while, then stood. His left shoulder gave a faint, dry click as he rose—like a piece of wood returning from a bent position. He took two steps in the small space, stopping at Adrian's workbench. Several things lay on the surface: a notebook, dark cover, edges curled from repeated flipping; an iron box, its lid ajar; an oil lamp, a thin ring of wax at its base. He looked at them, didn't reach out. But he noticed a thin worn line on the drawer
Undercover Wolf: My Target, My Girlfriend Volume Two · Chapter Forty-Four · The First Shift
After Lane said that, Adrian didn't ask why. He stood, extinguished the oil lamp, rolled the map and tucked it into his inner pocket, walked to the wall, closed the iron crate's lid, and tucked the notebook under his arm. He did all this without speaking, motions quick and efficient—like he'd rehearsed it more than once. "Go. The north pipe has a branching path—better direction." He pushed the door open and slipped sideways into the passage. Evelyn followed, Lane last. He reached into his pocket, touched the stabilizing reagent's position to confirm it was still there, then stepped into the passage as well.They walked through the pipes for about ten minutes. Adrian's steps didn't pause—at the fork, he took the narrower branch. The passage narrowed, and dark water stains began to appear on the walls, deep lines tracing downward along the brick joints—like marks left by something that had flowed slowly. After some distance, Adrian stopped beside the passage wall, pressed his palm flat
Undercover Wolf: My Target, My Girlfriend Volume Two · Chapter Forty-Three · The Rules of the Hunt
The light in the underground lab was yellow, steady, radiating evenly from the oil lamp's wick—like a flattened star. Lane sat on the edge of the iron bed, back against the brick, the dull ache in his left shoulder slowly settling—shifting from a sharp pain to a vague background sensation, something his body was adapting to rather than something that needed attention. He kept his eyes closed, listening to the wind drifting down the stairwell—continuous, low, like someone blowing slowly through a pipe far away. Evelyn sat at the table, holding half a piece of flatbread, not eating. She set it down, ran her finger along its edge once, then stopped. Adrian sat at the workbench, lamplight falling across his open sketchbook. He drew a few lines, paused, set down his pencil, and looked at the things on the tabletop, like he was confirming their positions."They won't stop." Adrian's voice came from the table, level, like he was stating already-sorted information. "Klaus will send trackers.
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