I called a cab and rushed to the pet hospital to pick up the dog, then hurried back to the old house.
When I arrived, panting from the rush, Alpha Nick turned his head toward me. His lips curved into a gentler smile than usual, and he raised his brow slightly.
“Wendy,” he said, his tone unexpectedly soft. My heart skipped a beat at the sound.
Rina saw me jogging in with a fluffy white dog and shrieked, “Wendy, why are you bringing a dog here? We’re in the middle of dinner!”
Before I could say anything, the dog in my arms squirmed and leapt out of my hold.
“You’re really in a hurry,” I chuckled, bending down to let go. The little dog dashed forward and jumped straight into Mr. Johnson’s lap, nuzzling him affectionately.
“Alice!” Mr. Johnson’s eyes lit up instantly. His hands trembled
