The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 372

Leonard's POV:

Alina nodded obediently as usual.

But then Owed disagreed. "So what if she acts like Sylvia? The girl is quite lovely."

I glared at Owen, hoping to wipe the smile off his face. "No, she's not. She makes me restless just looking at her. Imaging Warren acting like Harry." Owen rolled his eyes and shut up.

The nerve of this old man! He would always wear a straight face in public, but he was very different in private. He liked to instigate trouble and watch from afar.

I turned to Alina, who was still standing quietly aside. "What brings you here today?"

"Warren just regained consciousness. I came here hoping to take care of him," Alina said softly, making her sound just fragile.

Owen smiled in relief when he heard what Alina said. He tried not to make his smile too obvious, but I could still see the mischievous glint in his eyes.

I gave him a sharp look, which made the smile on his face disappear immediately.

"Are you and Uncle Owen here for Warren as well, Father?" Alina asked with curiosity.

Just when I was about to say yes, Owen interrupted.

"No, no. Your father and I were just passing by."

Alina furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Why? Where are you heading?"

Owen clasped his hands behind his back and lied. "We came to the city center to survey how the werewolves of the imperial capital city live."

I couldn't help but rub my forehead. Did he seriously think he sounded convincing? This man was already familiar with every corner of the imperial capital city. What was a survey going to add to that?

But I knew what Owen was trying to do. He had always thought that Alina and Warren could make a good match.

After bowing to me, Alina entered the ward.

Once she was out of earshot, Owen leaned over. "What's wrong with you today? No matter how dissatisfied you are with someone, you would never usually meddle in their businesses. Why did you say so much to Sylvia today?"

"Did I?" I pretended not to know what he was talking about, refusing to admit my strange behavior.

Whenever I saw Sylvia, I just couldn't help but talk to her. She reminded me of someone, but I couldn't remember who it was anymore. My intuition was telling me that I might have forgotten someone who was very important to me.

"You did. You haven't scolded anyone like that for a long time. In fact, I think the last person you scolded that much was Warren. I could never forget that, but Warren really grew up before our eyes. He is no longer the naughty boy you would have to hit with a rattan to get to obey." Owen couldn't help but laugh, ruining the serious expression on his face.

I sighed and smiled. "You're right. That just means we're getting old."

"Well, do you think Sylvia is talented?" Owen went back to the topic.

I snorted. "I didn't say that. I'm only doing this because the lycan king forced me to train Sylvia."