"You said I'm troublesome," I grumbled with lobster in my mouth. "You forget what you did to me in the beginning," I muttered. "You didn't allow me to go to school and locked me up in your house like I was your prisoner."
Although I loved Michael now, I still did not like how he initially treated me.
But on this point, nothing had changed. I still stayed at Michael's place without going to school or socializing, like a pet he kept at home.
After Michael heard my complaint, the corners of his mouth turned into a playful smile. "Do you really want to settle old scores with me? Don't forget what you did after I gave you my trust, sneaking away twice."
Michael held up two fingers in front of me, shook them, and said, "The second time, you almost died in the forest. I thought you needed the protection I gave you, little wolf."
