CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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EDWARD
Ellis Sinclair watched as his daughter got into my car, and I drove off. Whatever happens between him and my mother is none of my business. I have a certain level of trust in my mother that she won't allow anyone to bully her, not even her human partner.
Now, I'm taking my mate to my house. I need to hire some domestic staff to help in the house ASAP. Throughout the drive, Chloe did not say a word; not even a whisper escaped her mouth. Her lips were tightly closed as she gently bit her lower lip and rested her head on the car window, staring down at her dress.
What’s going on in her mind? Is she sad to be leaving her father? Did she ask me that question, hoping I would suggest we stay with him and not leave his house? Is she regretting her decision now?
"What's on your mind?" I asked her as I drove, my head slightly turned towards her. She looked at me and just smiled without saying a word, then returned to her position—her head on the window and her lower lip held between her teeth.
Can she stop doing that? I didn't realise that gently biting one's lower lip like a toddler could ignite such a feeling in me. Her simple action is stirring something powerful. It takes every ounce of self-control I possess to stop myself from kissing those lips myself.
It is obvious that she is in thought. How does she manage to keep her lip still in her mouth without getting tired of it? Does the lip taste exactly as it tasted to me? If so, then it’s worth the effort. But she needs to stop doing that if she doesn't want her lips in my mouth.
"Right... could you stop that?" I stuttered out, and she raised her head from the window and looked at me again.
"What?" She asked me with a look that only intensified the feeling inside me.
"Bloody hell!" I swore, and she frowned in confusion. "Never mind," I told her. I pressed the accelerator, and in no time, we reached my place. The gate opened automatically, and I drove through.
"Ed?" she called out before either of us could get out of the car.
"What's your surname?" she asked suddenly. I was confused. Why is she asking for my surname now? Didn't her father tell her anything about me or my mother?
"Hawthorne," I answered, and I could see her eyes widen. Why is she surprised?
"Is something wrong?"
"You're a Hawthorne? Like, the Hawthorne? The family that owns Fleurs Limited? The Hawthorne?" she asked. Now, I could conclude that she was genuinely surprised and shocked, and she knew absolutely nothing about me or my mother.
"Yes, I'm a Hawthorne. The way you look, I can tell your father didn't tell you anything about us," I muttered.
"Edward Hawthorne!" She spat out my name, and I flinched unexpectedly. Why did she react like that?
"You didn't tell me you are this f*****g wealthy. Fleurs isn't just one company. It's a name for different production and business ventures. You people are involved in practically every business. How on earth did my father meet your mother?" she asked no one in particular as she analysed this new piece of information, but I chose to answer her.
"I don't know about that. Given the fact that she's a werewolf and your father wasn't, I never thought she'd remarry a human, even if she wanted to remarry at all," I said, and she looked at me with an unexplainable look.
She looked surprised, yet her dilated pupils were the only elements that truly revealed the shock. She smiled like she had just discovered a hidden treasure. Her eyes reflected a whirlwind of thoughts—not the kind of shock that completely empties your head.
"All this while, I thought you were talking rubbish—about buying the school and about the crisps companies. But it was true. You could actually buy it all without going bankrupt. Your family is set for generations."
"How did a shapeshifter achieve all this?" she asked, and I was about to answer when she interrupted me.
"What's the name of your pack?" she asked again.
My pack? Asking for my surname was reasonable, but my pack?
"Emberheart Pack," I replied nonetheless, and a wide smile bloomed on her face.
"What's funny?"
"I'm going to be the Luna of Emberheart Pack," she said as she clapped her hands together. Her answer made my heart stop for a second. Is she telling me indirectly that she has accepted me as her mate? Telling me that she would become the Luna of the pack brought a smile to my face. She could have said that she would be the wife of the CEO of Fleurs—if she ever considered marrying me—but she didn't. Instead, she said she was going to be the Luna.
Luna Chloe.
Before I could say a word regarding her sentence, she was already out of the car. I quickly got out as well, and she was just about to pass my front bumper when I pulled her towards me and placed my hands on her waist to stop her.
"Say what you said again," I said.
"I'm going to be the Luna of Emberheart Pack," she answered, and I immediately kissed her forehead.
"Does that mean you have accepted me as your mate?" I asked her after kissing her forehead, and she nodded.
"Your words."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because you are my mate," she answered, and once again, her answer brought me joy. She could have said 'because I said that she was my mate', but she didn't. She stated it as an accepted fact.
Also, she could have said it was because I'm wealthy or because of my money and fame. But she didn't—not that I care about her answer. She chose to answer me with those words instead.
I looked into her blue irises as they dilated with excitement, swimming in their respective white sclera. Her eyes were so beautiful that I kissed them. My eyes went to her nose, which wasn't particularly sharp, but it still looked beautiful and perfect, and I kissed it, too. Next, I kissed her rounded cheeks, while her lips—the ones she had been gently biting earlier—filled my vision. I crushed onto them, mouthing them and sucking gently, and I discovered that they were softer than the ones I'd kissed weeks earlier.
Is it because of her earlier action? Biting her lips to make them softer and sweeter for me? Chloe moving her lips under mine brought out a feeling in me. But, as they were in my possession, I could feel my wolf leap in excitement and eagerness to mark her.
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