Eloise's POV:
"You look very... " Atticus finally noticed my unusual behavior.
"Did something make you unhappy?"
"Of course I am. Don't tell me you think that it's a little..." I couldn't hold it in anymore.
I could tolerate him needing my help, but not this. I didn't think I could help him so selflessly.
Especially when I'd already lost so much blood for him.
"You don't think that I helped her get all these, do you? I didn't. I promise you as Alpha!"
Thanks to the blessing of the Moon Goddess, he finally understood what I was talking about.
But why should I believe what he said? His current action made all of this look very pale.
He didn't need to prove himself unless he had a guilty conscience.
"So the only way to get rid of this misunderstanding is for me to clear it up right now. Isn't that right?" He looked at me.
"If I didn't have it, you wouldn't think this way."
