Russel watched as Drake tightly embraced the little woman in his arms. His lips twitched, and his hands itched to move forward and punch the bastard in his face. He worked hard to woo Dracaena, but Drake had to destroy this perfect chance.
"Cough... cough!" Russel intentionally coughed twice to let Drake know about his presence.
Noticing the sound of another man, Drake became alert and pushed Dracaena aside before briskly walking inside the house. The moment his eyes met with the cold and piercing eyes, Drake clamped his lips with unhappiness. He wasn't the least afraid to show his displeasure on the face.
"Dee, what is this man doing in your home?" Drake pointed his finger towards Russel. He was alarmed by the presence of this werewolf. Although Dracaena's grandmother had sealed her scent, Drake was still afraid of Russel sniffing her scent.
