Not A Small-Town Girl

"Mrs. Charrington, this is Mr. Charrington’s pet wolf. It’s vicious by nature-please stay behind me," Nathan said frantically.

But Danielle didn’t move. Her gaze remained calm, unflinching in the face of the predator.

In the blink of an eye, the wolf lunged forward with its jaws wide open. It was chilling to imagine the damage it would do to Danielle.

"Watch out," Nathan exclaimed.

Danielle remained calm, as if the creature pouncing on her wasn’t a ferocious wolf. Nathan, however, was scared out of his wits.

Just as the wolf was about to reach her, she swiftly pulled out several needles and pierced its body. The ferocious animal froze mid-attack and crumpled to the ground.

Danielle crouched and gently stroked the wolf’s fur, her fingers running through the soft, pristine coat. The ferocious animal let out a low, contented whine, nuzzling her hand affectionately. "It’s actually quite docile," she remarked with a faint smile.

Drenched in sweat, Nathan stared in disbelief, thinking, ’Docile? It nearly took your life, Mrs.

Charrington! This is the same wolf that had once torn a man’s throat out.’ It was an extremely gruesome scene.

Without sparing another glance at the horrified Nathan, Danielle led Zeus toward the living room.

The moment she stepped into the living room, Danielle sensed something unusual. The space was dark and eerily quiet.

All of a sudden, the lights flickered on, illuminating the entire room. It was like stepping into a starlit realm. The air was thick with the fragrance of roses, their vibrant petals scattered across every surface.

David was at the far end of the room, walking toward Danielle. Dressed in an impeccably tailored white suit, David exuded a rare charm that was a stark contrast to his usual somber presence. Now, there was a warmth about him that felt soothing. "Were you frightened?" he asked softly, smiling warmly as he caressed her hair affectionately.

"You did this on purpose?" Danielle asked, though there was no doubt in her voice.

David had brought her to his private residence for a reason. Danielle was the person who had effortlessly won his heart. He wanted her to see his world, to understand his life, and hopefully accept him.

"Zeus has been raised here since it was a pup," David replied. "It only obeys me. Even if you hadn’t used those needles, it wouldn’t have hurt you. From now on, it’ll protect you." Zeus had indeed kept David safe from those who meant him harm.

Danielle’s chest tightened. ’What has this man endured to make his home a fortress?’ she wondered.

David took her hand and led her to the dining table. He had prepared dinner himself. Though he hadn’t known how to cook before, he had recently started learning from the family chef. His goal was to master more recipes and create more delicious