Chapter 75 Nothing Can Go Wrong

"Can we handle that woman?" I asked, still feeling a bit uneasy.

That pet wasn't a run-of-the-mill pet.

That woman always showed up out of nowhere. If we didn't deal with her, it could spell trouble for us.

Eric ruffled my hair. "If you can sense a familiar vibe from it, maybe it's meant to be yours. We'll figure it out once we bring him back."

I glanced at the torn clothes and thought about the little wolf, nodding quietly.

It had furry ears, just like Jonathan's. Since I had never touched Jonathan's ears, feeling the little wolf's would be the next best thing.

"But she said the pet already chose its owner," I said softly. "It seems like it picked that woman. If I bring it back, won't it backfire?"

I didn't want anything bad to happen to the little wolf.

Eric got serious. "It hasn't chosen an owner yet. I can feel there's a strong connection between you two. We'll know more once we see it."

He started leading me upstairs to the second floor.

I hung my head, feeling a mix of emotions.

"Don't worry, I'm here," Eric said, closing the door and gently tapping my forehead.

I looked into his eyes and instinctively leaned closer.

Eric pressed a finger to my forehead, his gaze turning icy.

He whispered, "Emily, I told you never to think about betraying me. Care to explain those seven men?"

I was momentarily stunned.

Then it suddenly dawned on me that I had mentioned it when I tricked that female assassin. How did Eric know?

As I racked my brain, memories from a few days ago came flooding back.

It was the day Eric talked to me in the bedroom. He said he could sense everything happening to me through the ring and the tattoo.

When I encountered the assassin, he must've sensed something was off and could even hear our conversation.

The kicker was, he didn't step in. He just watched me try to outsmart the female assassin.

Even when I got home, he still wanted to settle the score first.

I sneered, feeling let down. "So, are you planning to settle accounts now? Gonna strangle me, or use some other method to make me disappear?"

Seeing my odd expression, Eric's eyes darkened.

He gripped my chin, his strength increasing.

I stubbornly refused to beg for mercy, staring at him. "You erased my memory, and even when you knew I was in danger, you didn't come to save me. What am I to you?"

Eric stayed silent.

I continued, "Am I a mere source of boredom, or someone you can call upon and cast aside as you please? Do you consider me your equal?"

The more I spoke, the more upset I got, my eyes welling up.

Eric was speechless, his grip on my chin loosening.

I slapped away his other hand, tears streaming down my face in anger. "Eric, you're too much."

In a fit of emotion, I opened my mouth and bit down on Eric's exposed chest.

Eric stood still, seemingly unfazed.

He silently watched me, patiently waiting for me to exhaust myself, then suddenly clasped my waist. With a hint of astonishment, he remarked, "I didn't anticipate you escaping so swiftly or recalling so promptly. Emily, how many more surprises are you keeping from me?"

When I looked up at him, I was taken aback.

He slowly wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and said softly, "I erased your memory that night because I didn't want to argue with you. I didn't think it was the right time to explain certain things. As for the female assassin, I picked up on it through your aura and the tattoo on your body. If you're upset, you can speak up or vent like you just did. I don't have time to monitor you every day. When I sense you're in danger, I wait for the right moment to step in. Now that you've vented, do you feel better?"

Eric's calm explanation doused my rising anger.

He rarely talked this much. Usually, he was a man of few words.

After hearing him out, I nodded silently.

Eric sighed softly. "So now, are you going to explain about those seven men?"

I felt exasperated. Why was he still hung up on that? After all this, he still wanted to know.

I closed my eyes, realizing I should never lie outside again. Who knew when Eric might catch wind of such nonsense?

"I was just testing her," I said. "If she hadn't asked, I wouldn't have brought it up. The story about those seven men was fabricated. It was all a misunderstanding. Don't read too much into it."

I'd seen Eric's jealousy before. Even if he was stubborn, he couldn't deny he would get angry.

Having explained everything, I held his arm and said earnestly, "We've been through so much together. You can't deny your place in my heart, even if you've always claimed I wasn't good enough for you. But I don't mind always pursuing you. My eyes will only be on you."

I spoke with deep emotion. Eric's stiff expression softened considerably.

Amelia was right. No matter how many men you held in your heart, as long as you kept it to yourself, the man could never guess.

Eric was the same; he couldn't read minds. When I was happy, I would coax him. When I was unhappy, I would pretend not to know. With the initiative in my hands, I could do whatever I wanted.

Eric walked to the bed and sat down slowly.

He glanced at my smirk and scoffed, "Remember what you said. If you lie to me, you will be in a world of hurt."

Such a familiar threat caught me off guard.

The gentle Eric from moments ago was gone, replaced by the sharp-tongued, ruthless man I was all too familiar with now.

"By the way, three days from now, that female assassin wants me to help her deal with Amelia. She'll probably make a move near the school. Should we take this opportunity to catch them all?" I asked excitedly, my eyes filled with anticipation for the little wolf.

Eric nodded, finally showing approval.

"And tell that idiot to come too," he added after a pause.

He probably meant Willie.

When I came back, I thought of Willie and the investigation he was conducting.

There might be a connection. If we could solve it together, it would be more convenient.

I thought, 'Is Eric really being considerate?'

I pretended not to understand and asked, "Why tell him? Can't we go by ourselves?"