Caught sneaking a peek at his tail, Catriona felt a bit embarrassed.
She turned around and took a light pink apron from the hook, tying it around herself.
Roderick's gaze was fixed on her, watching as the pink tie of the apron slipped around Catriona's lower back. She tightened the strings with just the right amount of pressure, accentuating her waistline.
She casually tied a bow.
Roderick's upturned eyes narrowed, his large ears on top twitching slightly as he walked to the doorway, his gaze fixed firmly on her figure.
"What should I do?"
Catriona looked back at him and said, "No need, I'm the one inviting you to dinner. Just stay in the living room and keep an eye on Cedric."
Roderick glanced back at the little cub sitting on the sofa, munching on a cookie and swinging his short legs. His ears and tufts of fur bobbed along, creating an irresistibly satisfying sight.
What did he need to take care of the cub?
He was having a much better time than him.
He looked back at Catriona, "The cub is almost five; he needs to develop some independence."
Looking at Catriona, he said, "I saw you bought potatoes. They need peeling, right?"
As he spoke, his big tail behind him began to sway lightly.
Catriona's attention was completely drawn to that pure black tail, and after a brief daze, she nodded, "Okay."
Roderick's lips curved slightly as he walked straight in.
It was no wonder Catriona felt a bit dazed; she had always had a fondness for cats and dogs. At Luna Palace, she had seen many werewolves with tails and ears, but to be honest, Black and the others didn't sport solid colors—there were reds, browns, greens, and blacks, creating a colorful, chaotic mix.
If she had to say, it was really Roderick and Snowheart's pure-colored fur that looked the best.
Her own son's little ears and tail were also adorable. Every day, her heart melted as she watched the little one run around with his ears perked up and tail wagging. He was truly a little treasure.
She could spend an entire day doing nothing but watching her little one with his little ears and wagging tail running around—it was so endearing.
Roderick had the same black ears and tail, like a larger version of his son. Although he rarely showed them, when he did, it was truly stunning.
Catriona glanced at the little wolf cub on the sofa and then at the larger version beside it.
As a partial fluff enthusiast, she really found it hard to resist!
Unfortunately, she could look but not touch.
She handed Roderick a peeler and took out three potatoes. "Peel them."
Roderick took the black peeler, looked down at it, and fell silent.
Catriona was washing a pot when she noticed he hadn't started and glanced over.
The man's handsome, pale face was deeply furrowed, his thin lips pressed together as he stared intently at the peeler.
Catriona remembered.
Ah, he's a wolf—could it be... he doesn't know how to use it?
For some reason, she found this side of Roderick amusing. She didn't know when it started, but being around him now, she felt completely at ease.
She found him amusing like this, so she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Ha..." The corners of her mouth lifted, her eyes curving as she looked up at him.
Roderick looked at her.
Catriona cleared her throat, suppressing her smile. "Um, I'll teach you how to use it."
Roderick silently handed her the peeler, his sharp gaze fixed on her, captivated by the crescent at the corner of her eyes and the intoxicating curve of her lips.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"No, not mocking... I just find it a bit surreal." She picked up a potato. "See, just scrape forward like this, and the skin comes off."
It was a simple thing—just one look and he'd get it.
Roderick took the potato and peeler. "What's surreal?"
Catriona looked up at the well-dressed man beside her, exuding an air of elegance and refinement.
She said, "Well... I just think that in both the human world and the werewolf pack, Mr. Nightblade's status is probably very high. Yet here you are, peeling potatoes in my tiny kitchen."
"And... you don't even know how to peel."
The contrast hit her funny bone.
If she hadn't accidentally gone to the wrong room that year, she was sure she would never have met Roderick in this lifetime.
In front of her, Roderick didn't have a hint of the wealthy person's air. He wore the finest clothes and still went with her to carry flowers from the market.
And now, holding a peeler, peeling potatoes.
How should she put it? While it felt surreal, it also made Roderick seem less unreachable.
He didn't carry that innate air of superiority that wealthy people often had, the kind that made others back away.
He only looked at her with a deep, serious gaze, listening to her directions as if he would do anything she asked.
Catriona didn't know why she had this impression.
Anyway, Roderick gave her that impression.
Who would have thought that the lofty leader of the Nightblade and the Alpha of the pack would be beside her, ears and tail exposed, quietly peeling potatoes?
Roderick paused after hearing Catriona's words.
He stopped what he was doing.
"Those titles of mine aren't important; you can ignore them." Roderick looked at her, his lips pressing together. "Here, I'm just a male werewolf."
Just... a male werewolf who loved her.
