"I can't believe I actually succeeded," she said, carefully placing the roses on the table and looking at the new name in her contract list.
She took a photo of the roses and sent it to Catriona, sharing the good news.
"It's the first time someone's ever given me flowers."
Grey stood in the living room, staring at Eulalia, utterly stunned.
She... had succeeded?
This woman... had found someone?
Seeing the sweetness in her smile, it felt like his heart had been pricked by a needle, a sharp, stinging pain coursing through him.
Grey stood frozen, unsure of what to do next.
He extended his hand, gazing at the emptiness of it. His gray eyes widened slightly.
It felt like he had lost something very precious.
Something... he had thought was his.
But in reality, he had never truly possessed it.
He was too close to her.
And so he felt as if he owned her.
That's why he never reached out to hold her; after all, she was right beneath his nose. Whether he held her or not seemed irrelevant.
But...
This precious thing flew away.
She actually flew away.
Right beneath his nose, he remained unmoved, watching helplessly as she flew away.
She flew straight into someone else's embrace.
Grey felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole being unraveling.
"Grey, look at this..." Eulalia didn't finish her sentence when she saw Grey turn around, opening the door without looking back and walking out.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Grey!"
Eulalia froze for a moment, then rushed to the door.
Out in the corridor, Grey's figure had already disappeared.
Eulalia didn't understand what was going on with him. She called, but he didn't answer.
By evening, heavy rain began to pour.
Grey still hadn't returned. Eulalia gazed out at the pouring rain, furrowing her brow as the joy of her successful blind date faded somewhat.
The night grew deep, the clock ticking past midnight.
Eulalia, filled with worry, opened the door, intending to take a look. Though she knew it was unlikely, she was still unprepared for what she saw. As soon as the door swung open, there, by the door, sat a tall figure, drenched through, looking like an abandoned dog, expressionless as he sat on the floor.
Eulalia froze for a moment, then shouted, "Grey!! What are you doing sitting here? Why don't you come inside?"
Grey lifted his head to look at her. His gray eyes were dull, devoid of any light, lifeless.
"You... what's wrong?" Eulalia frowned. "Hurry up and go in, take a hot shower, and change your clothes."
"What if you have a fever? Hurry up and go inside, we can talk later." Eulalia reached out, tugging at his clothes, trying to get him up.
But as soon as her hand touched Grey, he flinched away.
He spoke in a low, muffled voice. "Since you have a mate, don't touch me."
"I just came back to get something, and say goodbye."
Eulalia was truly stunned now. She widened her eyes and stared at him. "You... what's going on? What happened?"
Grey stood up, walked past her into the house, and headed to his room to pack his things.
Eulalia hurried after him to the door of his room, watching his movements, completely taken aback.
She was becoming anxious and worried. "Grey, what happened? Is it serious? Can I help you?"
But Grey remained silent, like a mute, packing his things like a drowned rat.
Eulalia asked a few more questions, but he still didn't say a word.
She became a little angry, her tone turning colder. "Fine! Go ahead and leave, if you want to leave, go ahead."
Grey's movements suddenly stopped.
His heart filled with despair and sharp pain. He looked at her, his eyes filled with hurt.
Eulalia was momentarily speechless, her throat tight with emotion. Gritting her teeth, she said, "You won't tell me, will you? You just look down on me, don't you? I'm not anyone to you. You never share anything with me. So why should I foolishly ask you anything?"
Grey looked at her, his wet eyes filled with a touch of grievance.
He said in a low voice, "Don't you have a mate now?"
"What?" Eulalia froze for a moment.
"You have a mate now, so you're trying to drive me away, right?" Grey stared at her with a sad gaze, then turned his eyes away, muttering, "You told me to leave."
"I..." Eulalia was shocked. "What nonsense? When did I tell you to leave? What's wrong if I have a mate?"
"Werewolves instinctively stay away from those with mates." After saying that, Grey stopped talking and resumed packing his things.
All the joy from her successful blind date vanished.
She never expected that after a successful blind date, it would be Grey who would leave.
Though, eventually, they would have to part ways.
Yes, even siblings couldn't live together forever. Eventually, they would have to separate.
What she hadn't expected was that the separation would come so suddenly, completely out of the blue. It was too abrupt.
"So where are you going now? Do you have somewhere to go? Shouldn't we talk about this tomorrow?"
Grey remained silent.
After packing his things, he cast a long, lingering look at Eulalia, his eyes glistening with a faint sheen of moisture, before turning away and walking out.
"Grey!" Eulalia's eyes also reddened as she followed him to the door. "You... take care of yourself. If you need anything, come find me. I really see you as my little brother."
The last words made Grey uncomfortable; it wasn't an issue before, but now, he cared about it quite a bit.
He lowered his gaze and said in a muffled tone, "Sorry, I haven't been treating you like a sister."
"What?" Eulalia was somewhat hurt.
"Are you ungraceful?"
Grey looked away and muttered, "I guess so."
Eulalia was a little angry. "You are ungraceful! Haven't I treated you well? I've treated you like my real brother, even cooked meat for you!"
"Then don't treat me like your brother. Who wants to be your brother?" Grey said, pressing his lips together and walking away quickly.
Eulalia was really angry now.
"You brat, getting cocky now!" She ran after him and began punching his back and arms, "I'll beat you to death! How dare you treat me like this! You treat me like this too!"
Thinking about her family, Eulalia was truly hurt. "You're the same! You're just like them!"
Grey let her hit him, not fighting back, not saying a word.
Eulalia cursed at him, "You tight-lipped fool! Mute!"
"You old man!"
Grey couldn't hold back and said, "Go ahead and hit me! You're not my sister, I don't want you to be my sister!"
Eulalia was furious and lost all rationality. "If you don't want me as your sister, then what do you want me to be? Your mate?"
Grey froze for a moment, lowering his head, his ears turning red.
He rubbed the tip of his nose, nodding slowly.
He actually admitted it. "Mm."
He wanted to.
He really wanted to.
He wanted it badly.
