I didn’t know what he was thinking, but I was sure that he must’ve run into trouble that he couldn’t deal with when he was able to say that.

But I was afraid… I didn’t know how to continue this topic.

Atticus was getting closer and closer. I was even starting to worry that he would kiss me. Although I couldn’t drive him out now, I’d already thought of how to deal with him if he did that. At the very least, I would kick him out of this place.

“You don’t have a choice,” he interrupted me and almost sat on the bed. I felt like I couldn’t even breathe properly.

I widened my eyes and looked outside the door as if I was asking for help.

Soren appeared out of nowhere. He must have noticed all this, so he quickly entered the ward. His arm looked terrible and was even wrapped in bandages. I knew very well that this was the reason why he didn’t visit me before.

On the day I fell from the balcony, he must have been hurt to a certain extent, which was very reasonable.

He and Atticus looked at each other but said nothing. However, it was not that they learned to live in peace but that they had learned to ignore each other.

“I’m very sorry…” Soren looked at me with concern, at my bandaged legs.

I wanted to say it wasn’t that serious, but I couldn’t say anything. I felt very aggrieved.

But I had no place to pour my heart out.

I took a deep breath and tried not to look like I was about to cry.

‘You’ve already done everything you can, ” I quickly interrupted him. I knew he must have had a terrible time these days, and we couldn’t blame each other now.

“1’m very grateful to you. And I hope you rest well… Don’t be agitated by my matters.”

Soren seemed to have something to say, but he turned around and stood up.

Atticus sat in the corner, deep in thought, as he looked at us. It was only after Soren left that he seemed to feel a little better.

“Now, it’s back to our time,” he solemnly announced.

“I thought you would have left just now.” I looked at him seriously and used all the negotiation skills I’d learned here.

“No, I should be here. After all, we have a cooperative relationship.” He looked very calm.

But I was sure he checked his phone at least three times. He rarely encountered such a situation because his pack was managed by him back then.

I believe that there must be some problem. This was an excellent opportunity for me when I no longer cared about anything, and he was still troubled.

“After all, we are just talking about this, and mates usually have to understand each other well,” he said calmly.

Yes, I was also trying to understand him just now.

“So, are you going to marry me again? This requires other conditions.” I gathered my courage and looked up at him.

Since he wanted to lay some foundation for this question, then I should be the one to ask him. This way, I could also take the initiative..