The Night Wolf novel Chapter 102

Willow nodded solemnly. "Lark's right."

Lark scoffed. "I'm always right."

Felix and Lark-who only came to eat sandwiches-left an hour later, Willow sat on the couch as she waited for Rowan to return. But when night fell, he still wasn't home yet. Willow, fell asleep on the couch, waiting for Rowan to return.

When Willow woke up, she was lying on the bed, it seem do like Rowan had returned late at night, but he wasn't lying beside her, though his scent remained and the bed was slightly warm as if he had been on the bed barely ten minutes ago. When Willow walked out, she couldn't find Rowan through the hose, he had already left.

This went on for a few more days, Rowan would return late at night after Willow would fall asleep and would be gone before she could wake up. He would reply curtly to her messages, saying that he was busy. Even their mind link had been blocked by him.

Till a week later, Willow returned back home, to find a box on their bed. She opened it to find a note placed on top of a red dress. It read, 'I'll pick you at seven'.

Willow felt her heart beat quicken, she had been depressed for the past few days after getting no response from Rowan.

At seven o'clock sharp, Willow felt Rowan outside the door. Putting the teardrop earring on top of her vanity table, Willow rushed to open the door. She threw herself on the surprised Rowan.

"Are you not cross with me?" Rowan asked hesitantly.

"Why would I be mad at you?" Willow looked up at Rowan. "No wait, I'm mad at you. Why would you ignore me?"

"That," Rowan rubbed his nape. "I was worried that you were mad at me for burning our kitchen."

Willow was left dumbfounded. "I'm sorry," she bit her lips. "I'm sorry because I was harsh with you."

"No, you had every reason to be. I shouldn't have done that, especially when I didn't even know how to cook back then."

"No, it's okay, really, at the end of the mistakes makes a man perfect."

Willow truly felt that Rowan being unable to cook was a good thing. He was just too perfect, and doesn't have to excel in every field out there.

Rowan leaned down, Willow shut her eyes instinctively as his lips met hers. His lips moved along hers, slowly but then he pulled back and buried her his head in her neck. It felt like a habit of his, placing his head on her shoulder and breathing into her neck. "If we go any further I don't think I'll be able to help myself. I still have to take you somewhere. So, shall we leave?"

Willow was breathless, her cheeks were red from the lack of oxygen. "Wait." She ran back to their room and put on her black coat. Grabbing her sling bag, Willow walked out and held onto Rowan's arm, clad in a tux. She smiled at him, "I'm ready."

Willow had been expecting Rowan to take her to a restaurant, but he instead took her to the floor above, where a huge hall was situated, which would only be used for special occasions.

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