Chapter21
Clara’s POV
Asher was waiting for me outside the lounge.
He saw me walk out alone and immediately rushed
“Are you okay?” his eyes were filled with concern.
“I’m fine,” I said calmly. “It’s over.”
“And Kael?”
over.
“He needs medical attention,” I said without looking back. “But he is no longer my problem.”
Asher didn’t ask any more questions, just stayed by my side, a quiet, gentle presence.
That was the biggest difference between him and Kael–he knew when to speak and when to be silent.
At the end of the exhibition, a middle–aged man in an expensive suit approached me.
“Ma’am, I represent an anonymous collector,” he said politely. “My client is willing to purchase all of your works exhibited tonight for $5.2 million each.”
$5.2 million a piece?
Everyone in the room gasped. The price was astronomical for a new artist’s work.
“Please inform your client,” I refused coolly, “that my work is not for sale.”
“But ma’am, this price…”
“I said, it’s not for sale,” I turned and walked away. “Not for any price.”
I knew who the anonymous collector was.
Only Kael would offer such an absurd amount in an attempt to “make amends.”
But he would never understand that some things can’t be bought with money.
Back at Moonlight Castle, I thought it was all over.
I was wrong.
The next morning, my grandfather’s butler, Ben, rushed to report.
“Miss, we have an unwelcome visitor outside the castle.”
“Who?”
“That Alpha named Kael. He’s been at the main gate since last night.”
I walked to the window and looked down. Sure enough, I saw Kael’s figure.
He was sitting on the stone steps outside the castle gate, a bandage still wrapped around his chest, clearly not yet healed.
A light rain began to fall, but he showed no intention of leaving.
“Have the guards send him away,” I said coldly.
“We tried, miss. But he said he’ll wait until you agree to see him.”
For the next few days, every time I looked out the window, I saw Kael.
Chapter 21
+25 BONUS
My grandfather wove spells to manipulate the weather, trying to punish him.
But no matter what, he remained sitting there.
On the third day, it was a torrential downpour. He was soaked to the bone.
On the fourth day, it was a heavy snow. He shivered uncontrollably.
On the fifth day, the sun blazed down, and his face was burned red.
But he never left.
“Clara, are you really not going to see him?” Asher asked with some concern. “At this rate, he’s going to get himself killed out
there.”
“That’s his choice,” I said without looking up. “No one is forcing him.”
“But…”
“Asher,” I looked at him. “Are you feeling sorry for him?”
“I’m feeling sorry for you,” Asher said gently. “I can see that his presence is bothering you.”
It was true.
Though I claimed not to care, Kael’s stubbornness was getting on my nerves.
On the seventh day, I finally lost my patience.
I had the driver take me into town, planning to handle some business at the werewolf art academy.
But as the car reached the castle gate, a figure blocked our path.
Kael stumbled to his feet and stood in front of the car.
He was a wreck–unshaven, clothes tattered, eyes bloodshot.
But his gaze was still resolute.
The driver rolled down the window. “Sir, please move.”
“Clara,” Kael ignored the driver, speaking directly to me in the car. “I know you’re in there.”
“I have something for you,” he took a beautiful box from his coat. “Please, just look at it.”
I had the driver lower my window.
“Kael, this is pointless.”
“It’s not,” he insisted, holding the box out to me. “I know if you see this, you’ll reconsider our relationship!”
