The atmosphere seemed to gradually become heavy under such dialogue.
Philip Shaw watched her wary expression, then sighed softly, as if a bit helpless.
"You don't need to look at me like that, I don't mean anything else." His tone was very gentle.
"I don't need your money." Aldana Candi still looked very upset. She broke away from his arms, sat on the sofa, and looked up at him, "I don't need any of your things."
Under the light, the woman's pale yet beautiful face revealed a hint of stubborn brilliance, a persistence that no words could move.
Philip Shaw looked at her expression, thinking inwardly that he might also understand that they would never have a day where they truly understood each other.
*
The wolf king that Philip Shaw killed was skinned by someone he hired, and the meat was cut up to make various wolf dishes that they ate.
During that week, almost everything they ate came from that wolf's various parts.
