Chapter 385 ying with Fire

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Inside the manor, everyone sat down as the butler quickly served a cup of coffee and two sses of milk.

The milk was given to Leslie and me. I smiled at Kirby. “Forgive the poor hospitality, Kirbyb. /bbI’m /btoo old coffee keeps me awake at night, so I won’t be joining you. Leslie likes her beauty

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sleep too, bso /bshe can’t drink coffee either.”

Kirby stared at the strong, freshly ground ck coffee and forced out a stiff smile. “I really like drinking coffee at night.”

“That’s good.” I nodded, letting my gaze sweep over him with a touch of scrutiny.

Leslie arched a brow, her voicezy. “Since you like it so much, Kirby, try the ck coffee from our house.”

His

eyes flicked to her, dark and heavy, and he answered in a low voice. “Alright.”

He picked up the cup, pretended to savor a few sips, then drained it all in one go, as if proving something.

I narrowed my eyes, feeling something was off about this kid.

Fenrir muttered in my head: “He’s pushing himself, trying to win your daughter over.”

I coughed lightly, testing him. “How’s your family doing?b” /b

He nodded. “They’re fine.”

“I heard not long ago you were supposed to be betrothed to that girl from Wave Pack. Then she turned out to be a murderer? What a pity. Your family must have been upset.” I tossed it out casually, just to see how he’d react.

Kirby smiled faintly, his tone calm but edged with chill. “That was all rumor, Alpha Lars. You misunderstood. We never nned to form an alliance with her family. As for her fate, we don’t feel any regret.”

“Living in your home and still no intention?” Leslie loungedzily on the sofa, her tone bced /bwith mockery.

Looking at her slouched posture, I could only shake my head. If Kirby weren’t hereb, /bshe’d probably be curled up like a cat.

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Kirby turned his gaze to her, like he bwas /bexining bjust /bfor her. “Never. bThere’s /bbonly /bbone /bperson I want as my partner.”

His bstare /bmade it clear: he meant her.

Leslie yawned, clearly uninterested. “Show him out.”

Kirby’s eyes darkened for a moment, but he still rose to leave.

I saw their duel of words as in as day.

The boy hadn’t let go of Leslie – if anything, he was clinging harder, almost bobsessive/b.

Good. Once he made my daughter suffer, now it’s his turn to feel it.

I exchanged a few polite words and signaled the butler to see him off.

Leslie stretchedzily, ready to head upstairs.

bI /bstopped her, tapping the table with a finger. “What exactly is your rtionship with Kirby now?b” /b

Anyone could see something was off.

Not lovers, not broken exes either.

She pressed her lips together, her brow rxed and careless. “Just ying.”

ying? I arched a brow.

Fenrir snorted: “That Crimson Moon Alpha is no easy one. She’s ying with fire.”

I knew Leslie’s temperament well. After their bond broke, she’d been cold to Kirby as ice.

She had no intention of reviving that rtionship. This “just ying” – she probably meant it literally.

I smiled faintly, a btrace /bof weariness between my brows. “y if you want. Our family can afford it. Just be careful not to get burned.”

She raised her brows, her tone firm. “I won’t.”

I hesitated, then probed. “That Adler isn’t bad. He’s better than Kirby, at least. He left his child here, and the boy is endearing – especially to you. If you choose him, I’d support it.”

I’d thought it over. In the world, there were very few male bwerewolves /bbfit /bfor bLeslie/b. bKirby was /bone of the stronger candidates.

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But Adler was Alpha of Gold Pack, part of the Lycan royal line like usb. /bIf not for already having a child, he might have been even more suitable than Kirby.

Leslie was halfway up the stairs when she turned, frowning. “Dad, marriage is a bgrave/b. bI /bjust crawled out of it. How could I jump back in?”

Hearing that, joy blossomed in my chest. Iughed loudly. “Exactly!”

Fenrir praised in my head: “No wonder she’s your daughterb–/bclear–headed!”

Watching her back as she went upstairs, I answered Fenrir with pride. “It’s bbecause /bshe’s got a clear–headed father.”

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