Chapter 82 Both Of Us

The dog stilled at her touch. Elle had plucked up her courage and extended her hand to touch that extremely tempting furry white tail, only to realize how wooly and fuzzy it felt under her hands.

Elle held her breath. She thought that it was going to turn around and snarl at her for being so forward in touching it. But surprisingly, it did not. It did not even make a single move or sound. So, Elle carefully stroked its tail bushy again, using gentle and feather light movements. Still, the wolf did not even react.

Somehow, its lack of reaction to her touch made Elle relax a little. She was really glad that it was not reacting violently. Or was it because of his injury? That must be it, right?

"Hey… Snow White, baby?" she was suddenly baby talking, doing here very best to make the dog feel at ease, as she continued the gentle strokes on its fur. "I'm sorry I had to drag you over here even while you are recuperating. But don't worry, I promise you'll be safe here with me."

Still, no reaction from the huge ball of white fur. Elle creased her brows and wondered if wild wolves were this well behaved and cool creatures? Absolutely not, right? Could he still be in pain? Or did he not like his name? But Snow White suits him really well! He was literally the most beautiful dog… or wolf she had ever seen!

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned sideways against the cage's bars.

Somehow, seeing this beautiful creature being held captive inside the cage made her feel sad and melancholic. Maybe, this was why he was not giving her any responses despite her touching and stroking his fur. Having been caged like a prisoner must have made him feel remorseful or something.

"I'm actually being caged too, just like you…" she started speaking in a sad tone, leaning her head against the bars of the cage. Her hand still rubbing the wolf's fur as though she was trying to soothe him.

"I don't know why I'm even suddenly being confined in my own room like this. I'm sure there must be a reason for doing so. But… I really want to… to punch Sebastian right in the face now, and lord… I want to tie him down and imprison him here too. He has got to understand what it's like to be treated like this!!! Right?" Her eyes turned a little fierce at the idea that came to her mind. And then she suddenly imagined him being tied securely to a chair, not being able to go anywhere.

At first, the image of him in her head had her smiling a little evilly, but then that imaginary Sebastian said something like 'I hope you're ready to be punished for this, Izabelle'. She then blushed and bit down on her lower lip, immediately scolding herself for allowing even the imagination of him to lure this kind of reaction from her. Lord… she hated how easy it was for her to be distracted and affected by him!

"Well anyway, once he's back, I promise I'll make sure that everything will be fine. And then, the both of us will finally get out of our cages. Just hang in there, okay?" She smiled at the wolf who had yet to even turn around or look at her.

Though her words were filled with optimism, deep within her, she knew it would not be that easy to ensure that everything would be fine. Whatever it was that was going on, Elle felt a little uneasy. She was angry with Sebastian for doing this and she swore never to just forgive him so easily. She had already practiced the words she had wanted to say to him the moment he stepped through that door, but… but she somehow could not rid herself of that fear which was spiraling around in her heart. As though that there was something serious that had happened, and that he might enter through the doors angry and scare her again.

If that happens, would she be able to do or say anything? She honestly doubted she would be able to speak, much less ask him what the matter was. She would most probably be totally tongue-tied and felt like she was being strangled while just looking at him. Lord, she wished that she was like those people who could burst out and give a lashing of words whenever they get upset or agitated. She hated that whenever she was hurt and angry, speaking would turn out to be so hard that if she even tried to force it out, she might end up crying or stuttering like a broken radio.

Elle did not know when she even fell asleep last night, but the next time that she came to, she had already found herself asleep on her bed. Wait… she did not remember herself climbing back onto the bed last night. She should have had fallen asleep right where she was seated, leaning against Snow White's cage. Though it was rare of her to fall asleep just anywhere, last night was… she was quite sure she had not tucked herself back into bed. Did Rion or Raven enter her room and carried her back to her bed after seeing her leaning against the cage?

But the guards would never enter unless she opened the door for them but. Creasing her brows, Elle looked at the white big bundle inside the cage. Snow White was sleeping in a curled-up position. Perhaps… Rion had peeked in to check on the wolf and saw her sleeping next to the cage. So he decided to tuck her back into bed? That should be what happened, right?

Hearing a soft knock, her head whipped towards the door. Was Sebastian finally home?!

Elle jumped down from her bed and immediately rushed towards the door that was currently being pushed opened.

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