Chapter 18
It was him.
Garrett Wylder.
The face of the man who had sheltered me with his suit jacket that rainy night now appeared as clear as a brand seared into the depths of my soul.
Lilith leaned over, suppressing her voice in a frantic whisper: “My God! That’s Garrett Wylder?! I remember him being chubby as a child, how did he turn into a walking god?! I can’t handle this, I want to run over and bite him!”
Me: “I’m doomed.”
“You too? What, did you fall for him at first sight?”
Me:
The golf cart stopped.
Both Alphas looked our way.
Clay recognized me at once and waved teasingly: “Elara Finch? The sun must be rising from the west today!”
Garrett Wylder’s gaze fell on me, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes, before returning to their cold, calm state.
But I saw it.
That moment of surprise was no illusion.
“Mr. Wylder,” I spoke, my voice as steady as snow falling on a mountain, “pleased to meet you.”
In that instant, I clearly heard my wolf inside snorting dismissively: “You’re actually afraid of him?”
Garrett Wylder looked at me deliberately for a few seconds, with a half–smile: “Pleased to meet you? First time meeting?”
My face froze for a few seconds before I forced an elegant smile: “Slip of the tongue.”
The group then began to swing their clubs.
Lilith and I were purely there for atmosphere.
Every one of Garrett Wylder’s movements was precise and powerful, as if even the golf ball had to bow to him. His strong sense of control made each swing feel like a declaration of dominance over the entire situation.
My wolf whispered in my ear: “He’s strong.”
I gripped my club tightly, not letting myself get distracted.
Soon we reached the rest area.
Lilith gave me a knowing look before asking Clay to accompany her to buy new clubs, “cleverly” leaving me alone with Garrett Wylder.
I picked up a water bottle and respectfully handed it to him.
He took it but didn’t drink.
Instead, he tilted his head slightly to look at me: “Miss Elara, if I may ask, did you come to me to inquire about my measurements?”
Me:“.
- Vnons
Chapter 18
He continued to wipe the light sweat from his hands methodically, his manner detached but his presence overwhelnderly pivarius.
I took a deep breath and met his gaze directly.
“I wanted to see you because I heard you’re looking for a chief secretary,” I paused. “My abilities, background, connections, and discretion aft mate your standards. I’m not here for you, but for my career.”
Garrett Wylder folded the napkin in his hand into a neat corner.
“You’re not suitable.”
With that, he stood up and turned to walk into the forest path behind us.
I gritted my teeth and got up to follow him.
Just as Garrett Wylder and I disappeared into the forest one after another, a silver–gray golf cart drove past on the fairway not far away.
Third–person perspective:
Rowan was playing golf with Moira Ashenford cuddling beside him.
Suddenly, his gaze stopped abruptly.
He stared hard at the figure in the white top and black skirt, sexy and proud, following closely behind that cold, noble man.
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