Chapter 95
Chapter 95
He gulped as he said this. It wasn’t entirely true, but he had no other choice. He didn’t know much
about Roxanne, but he knew she didn’t want anything to do with him. If he dangled such bait in front of
her, then it was only natural for her to take it.
“… Really?” Roxanne asked.
“O-Of course. I wouldn’t lie to you” Asher smiled confidently.
“What am I doing?” He contemplated.
Roxanne had Rita, there was no way she wouldn’t bring it up before Rita. Once Roxanne did that,
it was game over for him.
“If that’s the case, then fine! Let’s do it then!” Roxanne said with a resolved look.
Finally, she could be free from this annoying man… Or so she would have liked to think, instead,
her heart was pained. She was shocked that Asher brought up such a thing.
“Does he really want me to see his father? His dad can cancel the whole Mate arrangement and
send me home? Is that what he wants? Asher wants me to go… He doesn’t want me as a mate
anymore…?!”
Roxanne had finally gotten what she wanted, yet she felt dejected. However, she couldn’t back out
now. Doing so would mean she actually wanted their union to continue, something she couldn’t afford
Asher to think.
“We’ll go tomorrow then!” Roxanne said sternly.
“Oh no, if I wait till tomorrow and she cross-examines what I said with Rita, the plan will fall apart!"
Asher reasoned.
“W-Why wait till tomorrow, the day we are just starting, and his place isn’t very far. Let’s go right
now” Asher suggested with a smug look.
“Yes, I have to bait her. Come on, Roxanne… Don't you want to get rid of me as soon as possible?
Come on, take the chance!” Asher begged in his head.
Roxanne gave Asher a poker face, an expression she had mastered since she lived her life full of
secrets and devoid of much interaction with people.
“Whaaaat?!!!” Her mind rang.
“He wants to get rid of me so quickly. Is that how much he wants to send me packing? This guy…
But I can’t refuse. Doing so would be like I’m accepting him and I actually don’t want us to be
separated, which isn’t true. I want to be rid of this annoying man as soon as possible!” Roxanne
thought.
Both of them, unaware of each other's thoughts, made severely wrong assumptions about the
other's intentions and worried over nothing. In the end, Roxanne ended up following Asher that very
instant.
“Yes, I did it! I now know what father meant. To know the person, and what they want… That’s the
best way to handle anyone” Asher smiled smugly.
“Cheh, cheeky bastard. You dragged me all the way here when I was still an innocent girl, and now
that you’ve had your fun, you want to throw me away? I always knew you were trash. Good riddance!”
Roxanne sulked.
After walking together in silence for some minutes, Roxanne noticed that they were leaving the
general settlement and moving to the edge of the village, though a different one from the one Roxanne
knew.
“Where are we going? Didn’t you say we were going to see your father?” Roxanne asked, looking
around her with curiosity.
“My father lives on the outskirts of the village. Don’t worry, we’re almost there…” Asher said in a
distracted tone.
Roxanne wondered why Asher spoke of his father in such a sad and distant tone. We're they not
on good terms? Or was he actually not intending on cancelling their weird werewolf relationship?
“We are here…” Asher said, stopping in front of a massive wooden house. It was by far larger than
Rita's abode, with a bigger fence and larger compound. It had a majestic structure, and Roxanne would
have been entirely flabbergasted were it not for a certain flaw of the house. It was big, it was
impressive, but… The house was run down.
It looked like it had been abandoned for very long. With no sign of housekeeping or maintenance,
the wood creaked as the winter breeze blew. With every gust of wind, the house shook slightly, as
though it would soon crumble.
“T-This is it?” Roxanne questioned in disbelief.
“Yep.” Asher did with a shrug.
He moved forward and opened the door without even knocking.
"Let's go in," He said, entering the dark house.
Roxanne gulped and did the same, feeling very uncomfortable concerning what to expect from the
owner of such a house.