Chapter 575 The Code To Coax A She-wolf


    Leonard''s POV:


    I handed a bag filled with potatoes to Rufus and said, "The residents have sent these for you. These


    potatoes are round and big. They are a local specialty."


    Rufus epted the potatoes and weed me inside.


    "An inventory of the armory has been taken. Take a look at this list when you have time. Geoffrey


    has a huge secret collection." I ced the list on the table and swept my eyes around the room, but


    didn''t spot Sylvia. "Where is your mate? It''s still quite early in the morning. Did she go out to get


    something again?"


    "No. She''s in the bedroom." Rufus'' face colored with embarrassment and even a little puzzlement, a


    look I had rarely seen on him before.


    I instantly sensed that something was wrong and spected that they had probably quarreled.


    These days, young couples were very impatient.


    Just like Warren and Flora were.


    "Sylvia is such a sweet-tempered she-wolf. How did you manage to piss her off?" With my hands


    sped behind my back, I began to dole out advice as an elder. "It''s not surprising though. Men


    tend to be careless sometimes and don''t consider the emotions of she-wolves."


    "Do you know any good way to cajole a she-wolf?" Rufus asked humbly.


    I snorted proudly, "Of course. The most important thing to remember while persuading a she-wolf is


    to be shameless. If she says she needs some space alone to calm herself, don''t foolishly agree, or


    things are going to get worse. The calmer a she-wolf seems, the more terrible the consequences


    will be."


    I prattled on, teaching Rufus several secret skills to woo a she-wolf.


    Rufus listened carefully, asking questions from time to time.


    "If you follow my tips, I''m certain Sylvia will not be mad at you anymore," I promised with a smile.


    "I see..." Rufus was in deep thought about everything I''d told him, bringing to my mind a scene from


    more than ten years ago. When I had exined the key points of leading an army to war to the


    young Rufus, his expression was as serious and modest as now.


    He was always curious to learn more, which gave me immense satisfaction as a teacher. I happily


    gave him numerous examples I''d heard from others.


    He shot me a dubious look. "Do these really work? Have you ever tried them?"


    I stopped speaking, a frisson of guilt unfurling inside me.


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    Honestly, I hadn''t tried any of these methods to woo a she-wolf. I had only heard of them.


    Before my wife died, we had treated each other with great respect. We had barely quarreled or


    talked much.


    Ours was a political match. As the daughter of another pack''s Alpha, my wife had etiquette


    engraved in her bones.


    She never liked fighting and killing, but I had been on a mission outside throughout the year, so I


    was inevitably tainted with a murderous attitude.


    As a result, we didn''t really havemon topics to talk about when we were alone.


    Besides, I wasn''t particrly fond of her personality. I hated her arrogance and her intense desire to


    control everything around her. Alina had lived with my wife up until the age of eight, while I had


    been busy fighting wars outside.


    After my wife died, I brought Alina to live with me and personally trained her.


    But I realized that Alina''s nature was simr to her mother''s. It took me a lot of effort to straighten


    her out.


    Now that I gave it some serious thought, I discovered that I truly knew nothing about love. My


    silence was enough to answer Rufus'' doubts. He stopped asking questions.


    We stared at each other, not knowing what to say. An awkwardness sprung up between us.


    Fortunately, one of his men came to report something to him.


    "Please have a seat and make yourselffortable. I''ll be back soon." Rufus then left hurriedly.


    I heaved a sigh of relief and mopped the sweat from my forehead.


    Turning around, I noticed a wooden box on the table. It was open, and a beautiful transparent light


    pink gem pendant was cradled within it.


    Pink gemstones were rare.


    I picked it up curiously, wanting to get a closer look. However, as soon as my fingers touched it, I


    was startled by the burning sensation I felt.


    This gem was zing hot.