Chapter 25 Chapter 25
JASPER:
When Dr. Tina and I stepped out of my private suite together, she turned to face me. Her expression was cold as she asked, "Jasper, are you really in love with that human? You know that it’s against the pack to fall in love with a human or mate with a human."
She looked at me angrily. Her eyes were cold, as if I had betrayed her—as if she suspected that I was the one who had slept with Martha.
"Tina, for goodness’ sake, whoever I have feelings for has nothing to do with you," I replied calmly, but she frowned.
"You are wasting your time with her. She is not your mate. A human cannot be allowed into the pack. That’s a suicide mission. So if you love her, I advise that you let go of her now and move on with your life!" Tina yelled before marching away and striding downstairs.
I knew that Tina likes me, but she wasn’t my mate. She was hurt to see that I had feelings for Martha, but what was I supposed to do?
"What do I do, Ivan? I cannot agree to marry Tina. She is not my mate," I pointed out, and my wolf frowned.
"We have been away from the pack for more than five years. If we marry this human, are you planning to remain here forever? Won’t you like to shift into me? I am becoming stiff like a spirit without any exercise. So I assume Tina is right. As much as I love Martha too, we cannot bring her to the pack. The warriors or Alphas will kill her on sight," Ivan reminded me of the forbidden rule: no humans in the pack. Humans weren’t permitted entry. It was strictly a werewolf pack.
"You’re right," I replied calmly before going down to my office to attend to some business proposals for the day.
MARTHA:
Knowing that I couldn’t continue to stay in Mr. Weston’s private suite—as I was still a student in the university and I needed to go home to attend to some of my laundry—I quickly washed out the dirty clothes and the bedsheets and squeezed them to dry.
Then I packed up my clothes to take them home and sun-dry them, while I left the bedsheets in the bucket, deciding to inform Mr. Weston about it.
Afterwards, I grabbed my bag and set out to leave, but knocking on the door startled me again.
"Who is there?" I called out, as I was done zipping my bag.
As I moved to the door to pull it open, I found my boss standing there and carrying a tray of food.
"Martha, are you leaving?" Mr. Weston asked, a subtle frown on his face as I made way for him to enter the room.
"Yes, sir. I am a student, so I have to get home to check on some of my books and to be sure that my stepmother hasn’t ruined any of my property. I cannot run away from them," I explained calmly. Though Mr. Weston scowled, he smiled tightly and brought the tray forward.
"I figured that you might not want to eat before leaving this morning, and I don’t want you to go hungry. So have something to eat before leaving." He passed the tray to me, and I was unable to refute his kindness.
"Alright, sir. Thank you very much," I thanked him as I accepted the tray from his hands.
"You don’t have to thank me. I especially like taking good care of you," Mr. Weston said as a handsome smile curled up his lips.
I wondered why I couldn’t love him. Mr. Weston was a good man despite being a werewolf.
When I saw that Mr. Weston was leaving, as he didn’t make any attempt to enter the room, I called out to him, "Sir, I already washed the bedsheets. Where can I sun-dry them?"
"Oh, you didn’t have to do that, Martha," Mr. Weston replied calmly when he turned to meet my gaze. His eyes locked with mine warmly. "I have dry cleaners who come to do that daily."
"Oh," my cheeks flushed, knowing that my boss was a clean freak.
"Alright, sir. I will keep that in mind in case there’s a next time," I replied softly as a handsome smile curved up his lips again.
"Alright. I should leave you to get going," Mr. Weston said as he turned to leave.
Sighing, I moved back into the room and went to have the seat. As I uncover the meal, it was a plate of jollof pasta and fried chicken. The meal cost 2,500 for a plate.
I smiled and settled on a chair in the room as I picked up the spoon and ate the delicious pasta quickly.
My heart fluttered to see my boss cared for me. If only I had known that I could trust him, I could have returned here that night instead of going to Dennis Hotel.
The memory of that rich stranger with several men in black haunted me. The dream had felt so real, so intense, that I raised my left hand and rubbed it around my neck.
"It’s only a dream. I am not pregnant, and I believe the medicine has flushed out his sperm," I muttered, breathing out heavily.
I quickly scooped more delicious pasta into my mouth. Its rich flavor soothed my restlessness and my hope for getting revenge on Sandra.
I wasn’t a little girl anymore that Sandra could treat however she pleased.
Once I finished the meal and ate the chicken, I kept the plate on the table and rose to wash my hands in the sink.
As I got back into the room, I grabbed the tray to return the plates to the restaurant kitchen.
Though my colleagues were there, I didn’t have a choice but to return the plate. After all, they would see me leaving the restaurant building. If only I had the power to teleport to my father’s house without getting noticed by my colleagues.
As I stepped out of the private suite, I breathed out heavily and turned to descend the stairs, but I saw Anita Dawson appear to clean the top floor.
"Martha, what the hell are you doing here?" Anita asked, her eyes widening in shock to see me carrying a tray of empty dishes and holding my bag in one arm. Her hands were clutching a mop and a brown cleaning bucket for the private suite.
Anita was a 25-year-old lady. She was single and a year older than me.
"Nothing. I am leaving." I quickly slipped past Anita as she stood there dressed in a white top and black skirt. She was tall, fair-skinned like me, and she continued watching me as I rushed downstairs.
I moved to the kitchen, and the rest of the morning staff continued looking at me suspiciously. None of them murmured a word for fear of losing their jobs.
Even Judith Robin turned her gaze away; she acted as if I were an invisible wall as she moved past me like a breeze, and she used to bully me.
I kept the tray with a smile for the staff to wash them before I dashed out of the restaurant kitchen.
The morning sunlight bathed me as I rushed over to the road and hailed a taxi. Getting inside, I went back home to my father’s house.