《Another world》A stubborn wolf (1)

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Quickly laying the plates on the tables. She tumbles towards the corridor's entrance, Nearly yanked the whole wall down as she snatched her jacket from the hook rack. Her father, distraught by her lack of graces, returned to reading the newspaper.

Her cheeks roundly puffed. She tripped onto the door, struggling to push the heel of her foot into her boots. “If you keep running about like a starving dog, you'll choke. Ease up. The furniture isn't going anywhere. Yesterday, the fellow I spoke with promised it would be put on hold until the afternoon.” She ignored her father's advice. Kicking her foot to the ground, tumbling from the shocking pain she inflicted on herself. Irma slowly hurried back to the kitchens, fixing her hair and grabbing another egg toast Sandwich. To cram her mouth once again.

He grumbled, knowing how impatient his child can be. He folds the newspaper in half and places it beside the coffee mug his wife had set out for him. He kissed her exposed wrist, softly elevating each kiss to her small biceps, taking her hand in his.

“Oh! Just wanted to inform you. There may be another meeting sometime soon. Both you and Winston will be obliged to attend.” He cleared his throat and managed to grab his wife's arm again, minimizing eye contact with everyone. He takes a sip of his drink and moves it as far away from Irma as he can. He slipped a pleasantly scented, unopened envelope from his pocket on the table.

“Also, the same suitor from the far South has written. He wants me to contact him again. He continues to pose to meet his soon-to-be mate. If. Perhaps you're interested in him. Please contact him straightaway. His contact information is in the last letter he sent us.”

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She began coughing up her breakfast. She scowled at what her father had just said, then dashed to the garbage and spat out the part that had lingered in her throat and had been causing her to choke. Despite being surprised, he maintained his composure. He didn't dare to suggest anything else. He then picked up the newspaper he had laid down a while ago and attempted to read something. Elena, Irma's mother, was amused at the whole situation. She made no attempt to disguise her laughing at her daughter's predicament. She patted her on the back and brought her a cup of lemon ice tea to calm her down.

She was so flabbergasted that he sent another letter to the leader's son. “Papá, I've told you time and time again that I don't need a partner right now. My hunting skills are rapidly improving. Everyone in our group pays much attention to Winston and my orders. For the seventh time, I ask that you stop mailing letters to every wolf pack guardian. The same remains unchanged for your non-pack pals. I can get by on my own.”

Hugging her mother, she rested her head on Elena's shoulder. Irma was fully aware of her mother's vulnerability, She was the only family member who just couldn't turn away from a weeping help of a puppy face syndrome, Especially if it was her own children making that expression. Elena's heart felt like it would rupture if she didn't help Irma, but she knew it was for her own good. Tempted to save her child, she freed herself from her daughter's clutches. Patting her on the top of the head. Choosing to ignore their talk and carrying on with breakfast in the kitchen.

Irma watched her mother ignoring her and realized she was about to lose her support. She dashed after her mother. “Mamá. Please take my side. This old dog is acting irrationally again. I never beg for your help.” Irma was being difficult by tugging on her mother's arm as if she were a small child.

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“Stop it right now. If you think that dragging me into this debate would fix both of your problems, then you are wrong, you're acting childish.”

He looked at his wife and daughter with dismay as he spewed out the coffee he was just sipping.

On the same day, they label him as irrational and an old dog. They have no right to speak such things.

He pondered, knowing that if he wanted to avoid sleeping on the couch, he needed to keep his lips shut. He remained focused on his daughter's well-being. That is all that is essential to him.

“Using a shady tactic. When was the last time you called your mother, Mamá? Also using fake tears. We all know that if you cling to her, she would still side with you. Do you truly want to avoid this promising companion of yours?”

He massaged his neck after feeling an irritating sensation in his throat. He coughed some more. Elena gently wrapped her arms behind him, rubbing his back, suppressing the impulse to giggle at her husband's misfortune. “She will always support you and Winston. Let me win once in a while, too.”

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