Chapter 172 Stay Away from Her
Samuel’s POV:
I sat on the driver’s bench, listening to the occasional sounds drifting from the carriage behind me, utterly baffled.
By the Moon Goddess. I had crossed battlefields for years. There had been no shortage of formidable opponents in my life.
And yet a seven-year-old child had left me utterly confounded.
That evening, once the carriage had rolled to a stop. I extended my hand out of habit and helped Laila down. Her feet had barely touched the ground when a rustling noise came from behind us.
Raymond was climbing out.
1 offered what I hoped was a disarming smile, a gesture of goodwill aimed in his direction.
In the next instant. I froze.
That small, thin figure came stumbling over and planted himself directly between us. Though his movements were shaky, he forced himself squarely into the narrow space separating Laila and me.
He spread his arms-thin as reeds, fragile as if a strong wind might snap them—and shielded Laila behind him.
He tilted his head back and fixed me with those amber eyes.
They blazed with pure hostility.
His lips quivered, emitting a low, guttural sound, not unlike the noise a wolf cub makes when warning off an intruder. His legs shook like withered leaves in a windstorm, but he didn’t retreat a single step.
Laila and I exchanged a glance, both of us stunned.
What was this?
Not only had my strategy failed, but it seemed to have backfired spectacularly.
Raymond’s POV:
I had truly reached my limit.
For days, I had endured it in silence.
That man had no sense of boundaries at all.
Why did he insist on treating Aunt Laila with such exaggerated care?
Passing her water, offering his hand when she stepped down, asking whether she was cold… Was she incapable of managing those things herself? She was a grown wolf, not a newborn pup.
And the worst part was, Aunt Laila seemed to respond to him.

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