[Margaret's Perspective]
As I turned to leave, I tried my best to maintain my dignity. However, I thought that no matter what, my back view looked more like I was fleeing. I couldn't help but repeatedly think about how compatible Donald was with that woman. In terms of appearance, identity, and ability, she looked like an elite among the royal Lycans. I had no idea how I could measure up to her.
Angel said that she was Donald's girlfriend, but Donald did not deny it.
I didn't even dare to think about what kind of role I was playing in this. Had they loved each other that way before? Would Donald treat her the way he touched and kissed me?
I was clearly still doing the most intimate thing with Donald last night. We even woke up in the same bed in the morning and exchanged morning kisses. At that time, I still felt that we were the happiest couple. But why did everything seem different after a short day?
