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Chapter 150
“Who do you think you are?”
That slap was beyond my expectations.
I didn’t expect the Wilton pack’s gentle and weak-looking young lady would slap me.
I wanted to fight back, but even though this she-wolf looked puny, my frail human body was no match
for her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter being slapped, I was in a daze.
Lena must have thought I was afraid, and she became even more arro gant.
“I’m warning you, you’d better stay away from Jackson. Otherwise, it won’t just be a slap!”
After saying that, Lena left the bathroom.
While I was watching her back as she walked away, my vision blurred, and it was though everything
was split into a thousand pieces.
Before I fell down, I vaguely saw a man rushing in and catching me before I fainted.
When I caught my breath, I realized that the person who had
caught me was Griffon.
“Alpha Knight…”
He was hard to read, but his slightly furrowed brows made him look annoyed and uneasy. “What’s
wrong?” After calming myself down, I said in a low voice, “I was slapped by Miss Wilton just now and
almost fainted.” Fortunately, I only fainted for a few seconds this time and could use this as an excuse
to cover it up.
Griffon’s frown deepened. “You’re willing to be slapped, for Jackson’s sake. You really love him.”
There was sarcasm in his voice, which made me very uncomfortable.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe fear in my heart slowly faded away, and I replied lightly, “If Alpha Sterling finds out that I was
slapped by Miss Wilton, he will definitely have a bad impression of her. It’s worth it.”
Griffon didn’t expect me to have such thoughts, so he looked at me with contempt.
“You are truly capable of using all sorts of methods.”
He loosened his grip on my waist, took out a handkerchief, and wiped his fingers slowly.
I was mortified. If he disliked me so much, why did he still help
me?