I was in total confusion, trying to process everything that had just happened. I stared at the shattered jug and the spilled drink, my mind racing with a mix of fear and disbelief.
Slowly, I raised my head to meet the Lone Wolf’s gaze, searching for any sign of anger or judgment in his eyes. His expression was unreadable, and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking or feeling.
The tension in the room pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. Every nerve in my body screamed for me to stay calm, yet panic churned beneath the surface, and I choose not to show it.
He should be angry, because I had just broken the jug he claimed was rare, expensive, and nearly impossible to replace. I stared at the maid and caught the look on her face, her eyed wide, filled with shock and disbelief… as if
