Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 220

“Why are you still spacing out? It's already nine o'clock. Hurry up and wash up before going to work!” “Why are you still spacing out? It's already nine o'clock. Hurry up and wash up before going to work!”

Tossing a bag of toiletries on the table, Wrenna went to wash up herself.

Harold stared at her indifferent expression.

If it weren't for the fact that she's walking in an unnatural manner and the scarlet stain on the couch, I'd have thought that we merely drank last night and nothing ever happened between us.

Only when she had exited the bathroom did he take his turn in there to wash up.

When he came back out, he instinctively turned and stole a peek at the couch.

All of a sudden, he noticed a hole in the couch.

At the same time, the vivid evidence was gone.

He knew that it must have been Wrenna who cut out the stained area while he was washing up.

But then, he wasn't sure whether she threw it or hid it after doing so.

Feeling guilty, he didn't dare ask her about it either.

Although Francesca had already prepared breakfast, neither of them had time to eat.

After Wrenna had instructed Francesca to wake Charlotte and help her get dressed, the two of them left for work in a hurry.

In the car, both of them remained silent without saying a single word. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Mainly, they both felt awkward, not quite sure where they should start.

“I'm sorry! I'll take responsibility for it!”

Ultimately, it was still Harold who broke the silence and uttered that statement through gritted teeth.

When he had said that, mixed emotions brewed within him.

If it weren't her first time, I wouldn't feel so conflicted. But the conspicuous red stain on the couch was blatant proof that it was her first time. Taking responsibility is a man's most basic ethic. Yet, I really don't want to give Isabella up.

Upon hearing his promise, Wrenna took a deep breath. An imperceptible look of gratification showed on her face.

At the very least, I lost my virginity to a man with a sense of responsibility, so it isn't all that bad!

“I don't need you to do that. We're both adults, and some things are inevitable in life. It was no big deal, so let's just pretend that nothing ever happened,” she replied calmly while driving, not even bothering to turn to him.

She was so nonchalant that it was as though she was speaking of something that had nothing to do with her.

“But...”

Harold wanted to say something else, but they soon arrived at the office.

“No buts. We're here, so you can get out of the car.”

“I'm sorry! I'll take responsibility for it!”

Ultimately, it was still Harold who broke the silence and uttered that statement through gritted teeth.

As Wrenna spoke, she climbed out of the car and entered the building.

Harold could only shake his head with a bitter smile on his face.

She isn't only cold-blooded toward others, but she's also as callous toward herself.

At the same time, relief suffused him.

Well, this is probably the best solution when she doesn't need me to take responsibility.

When they entered the office, their colleagues noticed that they weren't only late together but even came to work together.

They all looked at them both with a speculative look in their eyes.

This time, Harold felt a tad guilty.

In the past, I could still riposte them justifiably. But now, I've truly been intimate with Wrenna, as they insinuated.

“Harold, just two days ago, you claimed that you had nothing to do with our cold-blooded... No, I meant our beautiful supervisor. How are you going to explain being late with her today? Could it be that the two of you went too wild last night and were too tired, so you both overslept this morning? Well, it's understandable to have fun and indulge for a bit!”

No sooner had Harold sat down than the colleague beside him crowded over with a curious look and quizzed him while snickering away.