Free Web NovelChapter 147: Chapter 147 Shameless
Sylvia’s POV
Hugo stared at me like a deer caught in headlights, completely blindsided by my question.
"What do you mean ’what’s in it for me’?" he finally managed.
I watched as the gears slowly turned in his head. His expression shifted from confusion to understanding, his lips curling into what he probably thought was a reassuring smile.
"Sylvia, I understand your concerns," he said with an air of condescension that made my wolf want to snap at him. "Don’t overthink this. Don’t be afraid. Just leave everything to me."
I blinked slowly, trying to process what I was hearing. Leave everything to him? Was he actually suggesting what I thought he was?
"I’m finding your words increasingly incomprehensible," I said flatly.
Hugo’s expression hardened with disapproval, like I was a slow student failing to grasp a simple concept.
"Sylvia, we’re both intelligent people. Some things only need to be said once or twice." His voice took on an edge of frustration. "At this point, playing dumb just wastes both our time."
"Say what you mean plainly," I challenged, my voice cooling several degrees. Even the upturned corners of my eyes had taken on a frosty edge.
Hugo leaned forward, apparently ready to drop all pretense. "Fine. All this hesitation is because of Selene, right?"
My wolf stilled inside me, suddenly laser-focused on his words.
"Don’t worry. I’ll handle things with her," he continued with nauseating confidence. "As long as you and I are good together, I’ll manage her. And my family too, I’ll make sure they don’t interfere with you. Then you can—"
"Stop!" I cut him off sharply, unable to stomach another word. freewebnσvel.cøm
I took a moment to study him properly, disgust building with every second. Here he was, engaged to my sister, yet plotting to have me on the side like some cheap mistress.
"Alpha Hugo Gray, you truly make me sick."
His brows furrowed in genuine confusion. "What’s that supposed to mean?"
"Sylvia, my feelings for you are genuine," he insisted, having the audacity to look hurt. "That’s unnecessarily harsh."
Then, unbelievably, he continued: "Besides, I won’t restrict your freedom. You can go wherever you want—I’ll even accompany you. But you’ll need to let me manage the money you earn. I’m only concerned you might be corrupted by wealth."
A bitter laugh escaped me as my lips curved into a cold smile. "Hugo Gray, your face grows thicker by the day. You’re living in a fantasy, and I refuse to be dragged into it."
The very thought of being with such garbage made my skin crawl.
"You don’t even call me ’brother-in-law’ anymore?" he asked, somehow managing to sound both hurt and entitled.
"Don’t you find your own words amusing?" I asked, unable to hold back a harsh laugh. "Professing feelings for me one moment, then demanding I address you as my sister’s husband the next?"
What brand of idiot was I dealing with?
Hugo seemed momentarily caught in his own contradiction, but quickly doubled down rather than admit his mistake.
"Regardless, my feelings for you are real," he insisted, his gaze intense as if sheer willpower could make me agree.
"This is pathetic," I declared, rising from my seat.
Now that I understood Hugo’s true intentions, continuing this farce seemed pointless. I’d rather spend my time discussing actual business with John Sinclair than wasting another minute with this delusional wolf.
"I’m leaving. Stop wasting my time."
I regretted ever agreeing to this dinner. What had I been thinking? This would definitely go down as one of my poorer decisions.
Panic flashed across Hugo’s face as I stood. "Sylvia, where are you going?"
"None of your business," I replied curtly.
Without another glance in his direction, I headed straight for the door, walking with purpose. Every step took me further from this embarrassment of a situation, and my wolf practically purred with satisfaction at our escape.
I could feel Hugo’s frustration radiating behind me. He’d clearly invested a lot in getting me here, and watching his plans crumble was obviously not sitting well with him.
"Sylvia, wait!" he called after me.
His voice only made me walk faster. I had no intention of giving him another opportunity to spew more nonsense.
Hugo followed, quickening his pace. Before I knew it, we had reached the main dining area of the restaurant. My mistake—I should have taken the side exit.
With his longer stride, Hugo caught up to me, positioning himself directly in my path.
"Sylvia, can’t you give me one chance?" His tone was pleading now, desperation taking over. "I genuinely care about you. I don’t want to let you go. I asked you here today hoping you’d agree to be with me."
My patience had completely evaporated. "I’m married. You know this."
Hugo’s face broke into a smug smile that made my stomach turn. "So what? What can that pretty boy give you that I can’t give you tenfold?"
My wolf bristled at the insult to Caesar. If only this fool knew who he was disparaging.
"Gray Pack might not be as powerful as Frostfang Pack," he continued, oblivious to my mounting anger, "but we’re certainly better than whatever that pretty boy has to offer. I’ll treat you right, Sylvia. I won’t let anyone mistreat you!"
In his emotional state, Hugo stepped forward, reaching for my wrist in what he probably imagined was a romantic gesture. My wolf recoiled in disgust.
A wave of revulsion washed over me. There was also an undercurrent of amusement—if Hugo knew my mate’s true identity as the Wolf King, would he still dare speak of Caesar with such contempt?
I was preparing to step back and deliver a scathing retort when a distinctly angry female voice cut through the tension.
"What exactly do you think you’re doing?"
