Her Fated Mate
Lyra politely got on the car after greeting him.
She smiled gently, "Mr. Ambrose, good afternoon."
She sat opposite of Tristan, stretched out her hand to put on the seat belt. Tristan seemed to recall something, he averted his gaze early.
This woman deals with flowers everyday, her body was full of flowery fragrance. He thought about a place in Snow Mountain, where during summer, the place would be filled with little flowers. The flowery scent would attract many Wolf Clan couples there to admire the flowers in Snow Mountain's cold crisp air.
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