Chapter 527-Missing My Wife But Too Embarrassed To Admit It
Norman:
I looked around the room and sighed. I didn’t know what had gotten over me. Even though she didn’t stay here for long, she had left her scent behind. The room seemed so empty. I can’t believe I was missing her annoying voice. When I lay down on the pillow, it was soaked in her scent. And I felt ashamed to admit it—she smelled so good.
I shook my head and sat up in bed, grabbing a book from the side table to focus on something else. I hated how my mind kept going back to thoughts of her.
"Remember, I hate her," I reminded myself—something I’d said in the early days of meeting her.
"Liar. You had a fucking boner just by seeing her naked."
That’s why I preferred my wolf staying silent. He was inappropriate and never sided with me.
"Shut the fuck up!" I grunted at him, rolling my eyes. I walked over to the side table and grabbed the glass of wine I had poured for myself some minutes ago but hadn’t taken a sip of.
"Is it because your dear wife doesn’t like it when someone drinks too much? Because she remembers the way our brother forgot about her after drinking so much?"
He didn’t care what I was thinking about him—he just kept going.
"I swear, you need to shut up," I hissed at him, "and watch me drink it all. I’m not afraid of anyone," I said through clenched teeth and downed the whole glass in one go.
"Helanie’s calling—"