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    My eyes widened in shock as I leaned forward eagerly. “Wait, are you saying it’s really that powerful?” I asked, barely containing my worry. “Then, are you sure you can neutralize this potion?”


    Jett nodded with the ease of someonepletely in control, a confident smile ying at the corners of his lips. “Of course. It’s hardly a challenge for me.”


    Then, as if savoring some private amusement, his smile turned a touch more mischievous. Lowering his voice, he added, “And while I was listing the ingredients earlier, I slipped in a few extras—some herbs we might need when we head to the werewolf forest.”


    I blinked, momentarily caught off guard. But the moment realization dawned, I couldn’t help but burst intoughter, nudging Jett’s shoulder in yful admiration. “You’re too clever for your own good!”


    Jett exhaled in mock exasperation, shooting me an exaggerated look. “And who do you think I’m doing all this for?”


    I just grinned, a pleasant warmth spreading in my chest at the thought that he had nned ahead—not just for himself, but for me too.


    Jett’s gaze softened, his tone turning gentle. “After all this running around, we finally have a warm room to rest in. You should get some proper sleep. We’re safe for the next few days, so make sure to recharge.”


    Obediently, I nodded and dragged my weary body to the adjoining room, my temporary sanctuary for the night. After a quick wash, I had barely finished making the bed when a sudden, urgent knock rattled the door.


    Opening it, I found Manley standing there, his expression asposed as ever, though his polite smile held a hint of expectation. “Thank you for your efforts today. Mrs. Pierce has extended an invitation for dinner as a token of appreciation.”


    I hesitated for only a moment before realizing this was a golden opportunity to gather information. Smiling, I epted. “Of course. Give me a moment.”


    I quickly knocked on Jett’s door, filled him in on the details, and together we followed Manley toward the dining room.


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    As we walked, I let my gaze wander, mentally mapping out the mansion’syout—just in case.


    When we stepped inside, Maia was already seated at an exquisitely carved dining table, exuding effortless elegance as she waited for us. Upon seeing us, she rose with graceful poise, offering a warm smile. “Ah, you’ve arrived. Please, make yourselvesfortable.”


    We took our seats, and Maia spoke with an apologetic lilt. “I wasn’t sure of your preferences, so I arranged the meal based on Marehelm’s local cuisine. If it’s not to your liking, I can have the servants prepare something else.”


    I waved my hand reassuringly. “You’re too considerate, Mrs. Pierce. We’re not picky at all, and we appreciate your generosity.”


    “I’m d to hear that. But do let me know if anything isn’t to your taste.” Maia’s lips curved into a satisfied smile.


    Dinner unfolded in a pleasant, leisurely manner. The warm glow of the chandelier bathed the room in a cozy ambiance, lending an air of intimacy to our conversation.


    Then, as if suddenly recalling something, Maia’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. With a teasing smile, she asked, “Forgive me for not asking earlier, but what exactly is your rtionship? Are you two married?”


    I had just taken a spoonful of warm soup when the questionnded like a thunderbolt.


    In my shock, I choked, coughing violently as the heat burned down my throat.


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