The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 192

Flora's POV:

As soon as I walked out of the dormitory building, I saw a familiar figure standing under a tree from afar.

Warren had changed into sportswear, looking very athletic and handsome. He was not as embarrassed and disheveled as last night.

When he saw me come out, he jogged straight to me, carrying a delicate pink bag in his hand.

"What do you want?" I pursed my lips and asked grumpily. The atmosphere grew awkward as soon as I saw him.

"You weren't in the canteen this morning, so I brought you some food," he said, shuffling from one foot to the other nervously.

I turned my head away. I didn't want to talk to him. "I'm not hungry. Eat it yourself."

"Just eat it when you do get hungry. Today's class will be long." After saying that, Warren shoved the bag into my hands and abruptly ran away.

I watched him leave wordlessly, clutching the pink bag in my hands. Why did he run? Was I that scary?

Brows furrowed, I opened the bag angrily.

The bag was surprisingly big and there were all kinds of desserts in it. They each looked so delicate and lovely in their little plastic boxes. It was as though each dessert was carefully and thoughtfully packed.

As a she-wolf with a strong character, of course I wouldn't allow myself to take his gift just like that. I put everything back inside the bag and reluctantly took it with me to the classroom, intending to return it to Warren when I saw him.

But little did I know that Harry would eat them all while I was in the bathroom.

When I saw the empty plastic boxes and Harry, who was burping loudly, I was too angry to say a word.

"Thank you, Flora," he said, licking the cake crumb off his fingers. "I asked you to bring me breakfast yesterday, but I didn't expect you'd actually bring me something to eat! Where did you buy these desserts anyway? They taste even better than those made by our family cook."

"Damn you!" I pinched Harry's cheek angrily. "I'm gonna kill you!"

Just then, Warren entered the classroom. When he passed by me, he glanced at the empty boxes. Embarrassed, I buried my face in my hands. Before I could pluck up the courage to explain, Warren smiled and walked to his seat in the back of the classroom.