Chapter 102


    Chapter 102


    Fortunately, the dizziness came and went quickly, and I soon recovered.


    When I was about to get up to go to the bathroom, I saw Griffon standing at the elevator doors.


    He looked as gorgeous as he always did. The lights seem to shine on his muscr frame, giving the


    appearance of a halo around him—which wasughable to think of Alpha Knight as someone


    deserving of a halo.


    He seemed to have been standing there for a while.


    Nerves shot through me when I saw him. Sure, I’d known he was going to be there, but I’d thought I


    would be able to avoid him. I still could.


    Just as I was looking around to make my exit strategy, he strode toward me, his long strides quickly


    eating up the space between


    us.


    There was no way for me to avoid him. I could only hold my purse tightly and quickly turn my back to


    him.


    It was as though his mere presence thickened the air surrounding us.


    I was a little out of breath, and my grip on my purse strap


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    “Do you want me to open the door on my own?” A terrifying growl of a voice sounded above my head.


    2/2 I quickly looked to the floor, then turned around, not daring to risk looking in his eyes.


    Except, I didn’t know the man behind me was close.


    When I turned around, I mmed right in a hard, muscr chest.


    The familiar fragrance of Griffon wrapped itself around me as I stared at the open cor of his whi te


    dress shirt. Subconsciously, I looked at his corbone. There was no tattoo. It appeared that Griffon


    and Greyson truly weren’t the same person. I lowered my eyshes in disappointment. Griffon


    grabbed my shoulder with one hand and pushed me to


    the side.


    “You’re really good at throwing yourself into other peoples’


    arms.”


    Ah. It would seem that he’d just seen me in Jackson’s arms.


    “I…”


    I wanted to exin, but Griffon took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers as if something dir ty had


    touched him.


    After wiping his hands, he threw the cloth at my face.


    His eyes were dark and indifferent, his wolf not even bothering to show itself. His mo uth was twisted in


    a slight grimace, as if he was looking at some lowly creature. He pushed past me and walked into the


    private room off the restaurant.