From Nora's Board of Logophile
Quixotic
[adj.] extravagantly chivalrous or romantic; visionary, impractical, impracticable
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"Pak~" the sound of the slap resound through the wall of the flower room.
Rosalind pushed Wilson 's chest. But she couldn't fight the non-human strength of Wilson who was pulling her. He cupped her face, making her look straightly toward his eyes
"Next time when someone tries to behave like this, just ring his center bell."
"Huh??" Rosalind was puzzled for a moment that she stopped struggling. Wilson said, "I am sorry, not for the kiss, for making you feel that you would not fall in love with me." Wilson took a deep breath before saying, "I know it was hard for you to handle all of these alone. But don't worry, I will not leave you, okay?"
"I will tell this again this will never work." Rosalind assured.
"How could you be sure when I haven't even got a chance to charm you." Wilson thin lips lifted up making a sexy curve. "Who has seen tomorrow? Even if you would not be there with me, then I will make sure to be there with you." After finishing he leaned down to brush his lips with her again, he lingered there which made Rosalind to shivered a bit.
"Trust me. I will never leave you. If you wait so much to react I will kiss you again." And without giving her a chance to react he kissed her once again, a peck and next he walked out of the room leaving the dazed Rosalind.
"Miss Rosalind. Let's go to the room." Ukiyo pulled her out from her dreamland.
"Hmm." Rosalind nodded then followed Ukiyo to the previous room.
***
Life is surely full of uncertainties. She was really happy to finally know that she became a debt-free person. But now that she knows the loan was never paid by her but Wilson, she doesn't know how to react. Uncle Matthew was an old friend of her parents, close enough to support them in the time of crisis after their demise and resourceful enough to find a PA job for in the Davis multi international cooperation. He had placed forth the option to live with him but Rosalind was a prideful person, and she didn't want to burden him anymore.
When Rey mentioned that Uncle Matthew was familiar with Butler Henry and trusted them, she wanted to know the reason, he did so. When she called him, she found out the debt was never cleared by her, but Wilson. He also knew about that crappy letter and she was sure that he knew more than what she could comprehend of the situation.
What is she going to do now?
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"Alpha you were right. The records of the incident 8 years ago had been vandalized and all of the informants were killed." Beta Isaac mindlinked Wilson.
"Hmmm.. you come back. We will have a talk then."
"Okay."
As soon as Wilson broke his link with the Beta, he was connected by a patrol wolf, 'Alpha someone was trying to break into the pack area. But we caught him. He doesn't seem to be a rogue though.'
'Bring him to our pack hospital.' With that Wilson broke the link. He immersed in his own thoughts that anyone could know. It was a wonder that he, with his friends, was able to survive that time. They were really mistaken if they thought they were dead and they wouldn't counterattack. Things would go with his flow now. And he would make sure of that. Wilson tightened his fist. As he was reminiscing those old pages of his memories, his mind stopped in those which consist of a cute girl, in a pink frill princess dress. He picked up the picture. No matter how much he tried to forget her, but the resistance was in vain. Their mateship was a huge subject of concern. Having a war while dragging a human girl is a huge no. But he couldn't deny the connection between them that had been predestined. Staying apart for all these years was already really hard. And she was living with him, he could hardly control his primal urges. Every Time he saw her he wanted to just jump upon her. He wanted to paint her on his paints, make her smell like him, and wanted to mark her everywhere feasible and anywhere possible. It had not been a day and he was already driving crazy. If he did not rush, these urges will surely make him a lunatic. And he couldn't make that happen, could he?
He remembered the way she glared. That slap across his cheeks by her was nothing but just a little buzz on his cheek. Nonetheless he was afraid if her hand was alright. But it was just a light slap so she should be fine or as he thinks so. Anyway, he should also let her join defense class. At least she should know the close combat. Not like that he would ever let any danger befall upon her, but still 'every girl should know how to protect themselves', it was his thought. He knew that Rosalind was a really smart and capable person. And she is really dear to him. The way she reacted to his actions, the way she watched him and those pretty little things that were playing on her mind made Wilson think how much could he hold this?
He sighed. 'I still need to do a lot of hard work.'