I broke out in cold sweat.
I was afraid she’d tell Adam about this, and if she did, I’d be in big trouble.
Riley seemed to understand what I was thinking, because she waved her hand and said sincerely, “Don’t worry, Debra. You saved me and protected Luca just now. Thanks to you, he didn’t see me in that terrible state. I can’t thank you enough. Keeping this a secret from
Adam is the Least I can do.”
I was relieved and the tension in my limbs instantly relaxed.
“Thank you, Riley.”
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
“Don’t mention it.”
Riley smiled. Together, we went downstairs.
The servants had already left, so Riley went to the storage room herself. When she came out again, she was carrying a bottle of wine and two wine glasses.
She filled the two glasses with wine. I thought she’d offer me the other glass, but to my surprise, she downed them both by herself.
The next second, she coughed violently. Obviously, she wasn’t good at drinking.
“Riley, I don’t think this is a good idea.” I couldn’t help but try to stop her when I saw that she was refilling the glasses.
“Alcohol isn’t good for you.”
But Riley shook her head with a bitter smile. “Debra, I feel terrible.
I don’t know how I can make myself feel better aside from drinking.
Riley was a full-time housewife. Her Life was boring and monotonous, and she spent nearly every second of the day doing mindless chores. If she had married a good husband, perhaps she could’ve felt better by talking to him. But Riley had the misfortune of marrying Adam, a shameless wife beater.
Just then, I recalled what Melany had told me. “Riley, I heard that turning into a wolf can help relieve the pain. Do you want to go on a run with me?”
Riley looked a little surprised, but in the end, she agreed. “It’s worth a shot.”
Debra’s POV:
We didn’t need to go too far before we found a broad open space.
Riley soon shifted into her wolf form. Her wolf was very beautiful. Its silver fur glittered under the moonlight, as beautiful as pure white snow. But for some reason, her wolf Looked very melancholy. Perhaps it was because of Riley’s sadness.𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.𝘤𝘰𝘮
I ran alongside Riley under the moonlight. The breeze gently brushed past our ears, as if God himself was stroking us.
Ivy was very happy. “I Love the feeling of running on a cool night! And
I’m glad you’ve made us a new friend, honey.”
A new friend? Well, maybe Ivy was right. Riley treated me very well and
