Novel & Cerita Mr Wolf X Diane Foxington

Mrs Fox fidgeted. Mr Fox settled onto his seat. “She can stay.” He said, surprising everyone at the table. “It’s raining outside.” He spoke casually and began to serve himself. Mrs Fox rushed over to him. Her shaky hands took the serving spoon from him and she began to dish into his bowl. “How are you, Helen?” Mr Fox asked. Helen squinted at him. Suspicion draped her face. “Since when do you care how I do?” “I’m just making sure you haven’t done something stupid again and then come here seeking refuge.”

There’s no identity that they could use… “I checked Mr. Fox’s family and learned that he had a total of 4 people taking care of him in the hospital. His mother, his wife, his older sister, and his teenage son.” It was David who continued. “If that’s the case…” Everly made a careful count, “The teenage son can be Maverick’s disguise, Mr. Fox’s wife will be used by Mary, Mrs. Watson should use his mother’s identity, and for his older sister…” she paused and looked at Manager Kim who was staring at her also…

“It all started yesterday. “That's new. Diana shrugged. “Now, if you gentlemen will sit down we can finish our negotiations. The rest of the meeting went well, the wolves were willing to go down on Diana's prices. After all, if they were willing to give it to her, why not let her have it for whatever price she mentioned. Diana found herself liking Lorenzo. The wolf was polite and calm and didn't let a little thing like the growling of Michel's wolves bother him. You had to admire a man who could negotiate under pressure. Satisfied with the deal, Diana decided to quote an idea she had.

"Such a miser man you are!" "Okay. We'll think about it later", Christian shuts it off with a laugh. "I'm finally refreshed at this party. Trust me", Mr Fox says. "Wholesome" I smile at him and look over at Mrs Fox who doesn't even pay attention to the conversation or else, she's deliberately avoiding it. "By the way, nice to meet you, Mrs Scott", Mr Fox says and looks at his wife. "Thea, Mrs Scott" Mrs Fox shudders and looks at me, kind of uninterested as she forces a smile.

"Apologize. Now." The sandy-haired wolf swallowed visibly. "I apologize for any disrespect, Ms. Rivers." "Not good enough," I said coldly. "Specifics." He shifted uncomfortably. "I apologize for... for spreading unfounded rumors about your past and your silver-contaminated status." I noticed Diana Morton hovering nearby. Her scent carried a hint of the sandy-haired wolf's—a relative, then. Her involvement suddenly made sense. "Diana," I called, making her jump slightly. "Would you come here, please?"

Diane's POV (…special wolf) Once more, it was her rejected mate. She was aware of it within. Her wounded heart had started to ache from the anguish she had been trying to numb with Melissa. Melissa trembled, and they hastily drew away from the hug. “What do you think you’re doing? Trying to ease her pain or what?” Melissa’s gaze fell as Xavier questioned. “Look how jealous he is over you. Show him, Diane. Spite him.” Trix urged angrily. “Where did you go? Why do you keep leaving?” Diane queried her wolf as Xavier continued to question Melissa, who had suddenly lost her voice.

- I asked curiously. - He bought a cabin in the forest above! - There is nothing in that place! Except for the river and ghost stories from our childhood - I smiled - why would anyone buy a cabin there? - Ian says he doesn't like people very much! He is coming to our wedding because Ian insisted so much! - Surely people don't like him either! With that ugly face of someone who ate a lemon, he certainly won't be very successful in the town of the most boring and unbearably happy people in the world.

And the wolf remained silent, lowering his muzzle. - I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'm leaving, not tomorrow, so the day after tomorrow, - the wolf threw up his muzzle, - I came to say goodbye to my aunt. I'll pack up in Laramie and leave Wyoming. I was offered a postgraduate position at the University of Maryland. This is the other end of the country, I don’t know if I will ever return here, - the beast seemed to be dissatisfied with my words, he bristled and expressed his indignation with a roar, - Don’t growl at me, beast! I shushed him and he obeyed. Oh, just don't need those puppy eyes! - We have different roads with you, it's hard for me to imagine what you feel, but I don't feel anythi