Chapter 373 Can''t Go Back To The Past


    Alina''s POV:


    Warren was staying in a VIP ward, with a separate living room and bathroom.


    When I entered the ward, I didn''t immediately go to the bedroom. Instead, I leaned against the door


    and eavesdropped on the conversation in the corridor between my father and Uncle Owen.


    Although it sounded like my father was scolding Sylvia, I knew my father; he never bothered to talk


    to anyone he didn''t like, let alone lecturing them earnestly.


    Which meant that his attitude towards Sylvia was indeed different...


    But a little whileter, I heard him say that he was paying special attention to Sylvia only under the


    orders of the lycan king. Hearing this, I couldn''t help but breathe a sigh of relief.


    I hated that bitch, Sylvia, from the bottom of my heart. She took away everything that should''ve


    belonged to me. Naturally, I didn''t want my father to side with her.


    It wasn''t until the voices in the corridor faded away that I went to the bedroom.


    The window was wide open. A gentle wind blew the curtains, bringing with it some fresh air.


    Warren was leaning against the headboard, deep in thought. His injuries were so serious that he


    had lost a lot of weight. His head was almostpletely wrapped in thick bandages, covering his


    usually sharp features.


    I walked to the window and closed it before sitting down next to Warren''s bed.


    Only then did Warren looked up at me. In a t tone, he asked, "What happened outside just now?


    I heard a ruckus."


    I smiled and casually came up with an excuse. "The family of the patient next door quarreled with a


    doctor, saying they weren''t satisfied with his treatment n."


    Warren nodded absentmindedly. He didn''t seem to doubt my exnation. He didn''t say anything


    more.


    Awkward silence ensued. I quietly wondered how things became like this between me and Warren.


    In the past, he had alwayse up with various topics to make me happy, even though he himself


    was not a talkative werewolf.


    I couldn''t help but feel a little disappointed and sad, wanting to relive the good old days.


    "Let me peel you an orange. I know they''re your favorite." I made an effort to break the silence.


    Warren didn''t respond. He proceeded to tinker with his phone, as though he hadn''t heard me just


    now.


    Biting my lower lip, I swallowed myplicated emotions and called out his name.


    Finally, Warren came to his senses and looked at me weirdly. "What''s wrong?"


    I forced a smile and held up the orange in my hand. "How about an orange? I''ll peel it for you." "No,


    thanks. Eat it yourself." Warren looked down at his phone again.


    My fingers clenched around the orange in my hand. I felt angry, but I couldn''t lose my temper. After


    all, I was the one who had ruined our rtionship. I couldn''t me Warren for treating me like this.


    "Wait. Where are your ear stud?" I noticed that he wasn''t wearing the ear stud I had given him. He


    wasn''t wearing it thest time we met, too. Maybe he had taken it off a long time ago.


    These days, I had devoted all my attention to Rufus and didn''t give a damn about those details. But


    now...


    Warren didn''t even look up from his phone. "I took it off."


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    "What? Why?" My growing dissatisfaction reared its ugly head. I had gifted him that ear stud for his


    sixteenth birthday. He used to wear it every day.


    "I don''t want to wear it anymore," Warren answered coldly. His reason was so simple yet


    straightforward, which made me unable to refute.


    I could''ve epted it if Warren hated me and unleashed his rage, but I couldn''t stand being ignored


    by him.


    "Is your phone really that interesting?" I couldn''t hide the dissatisfaction in my tone.


    "Mhm."


    Without raising his head, Warren tapped away at his phone screen, as though he was chatting with


    someone.


    "What''s so important that you won''t even talk to me?" I couldn''t force a smile anymore. My


    expression darkened and I was about to lose my patience to his indifference.


    Although Warren didn''t answer my question, he finally looked up from his phone.


    He raised his head and locked eyes with me. After a moment''s hesitation, he asked, "Did you really


    take care of me when I was in aa? The entire two days?"