At night, I had that dream again. The same lavender field, the same man, and his golden pupils. He hugged me, kissed me, caressed me, he whispered in my ear: "My mate. my Luna. Then I woke up suddenly, in a cold sweat. The face of the man in the dream is exactly the same as Athan Buffay!. I took a deep breath and told myself again, that's impossible, it won't be him!. With apprehension, I slowly fell asleep again. Markus had explained to me before leaving that since I had been with Athan Buffay, David Hunter's people might also be searching for me. So for the safety of my kids and Jack, I should try not to be in any places that I frequently be for a short period of time. Early in the morning, I woke up in my apartment north of the city, looked out the window and sighed. For the next week, I will be living in this apartment with Athan Buffay. I turned on my phone and searched for news about Athan Buffay. As Markus said, there is a lot of speculation about Athan Buffay's situation, and many reporters have gathered around Athan Buffay's company and his villa to find clues about him. Sure enough, it was right to move him. I opened the door and saw Athan Buffay's door was opened. I went in and saw that he wasn't there. At this time, I heard a loud noise from the kitchen. When I arrived in a hurry, I found that Athan Buffay was leaning down and picking up a knife from the ground. It seemed that the loud noise just now was that he accidentally dropped the knife

His left hand was in a plaster cast, and there were wounds on his leg, so he couldn't squat down. It made him look so funny, I couldn't help laughing. "Hey," I looked at his blushing face: "Need help?". "No need," Athan Buffay seemed to be displeased with my jeering at him. He gently picked the knife with his toes, reached out with his left hand, grabbed the handle, and rinsed the knife in the sink. Then he looked up at me and raised his chin: "Go and rest, I will make breakfast. I shrugged, I didn't think Athan Buffay could cook?. However, half an hour later, a burning smell came from the kitchen. I was startled and hurried into the kitchen to find Athan Buffay holding up a frying pan with nothing but a black patch at the bottom that made it impossible to tell what food was. Athan Buffay looked at me and criticized very unpleasantly: "Won't you buy a better quality pan? Don't even have the money to buy a new pan for me. ?". I spread my hands, "Sorry Mr. Buffay, that's my only pot. Today's Athan Buffay is like a childish teenager. After forcing me to go to the supermarket to buy the most expensive pot according to his request, he told me to sit in the living room and wait for breakfast. So it wasn't until 12 noon that I finally had breakfast made by the great Athan Buffay: a plate of slightly darkened scrambled eggs and slightly burned toast. I took a bite, and he hurriedly asked, "How is it? Is it delicious?". I couldn't bear to crash his confidence, so I nodded and replied, "It's ateable. Then he raised his mouth proudly, and then said a little embarrassedly: "Katherine, about that night, I almost. hurt you, I want to apologize to you again

I stopped, put down the cutlery, nodded solemnly and looked at him, "I forgive you, Athan. " Then, I raised my head and looked at him: "Then there is one thing, I also need to ask you, I I hope you can tell me the truth. Athan Buffay just looked at me silently and didn't speak. "Five years ago, have you ever been to the lavender fields on the border of the Bluemoon Pack. " I stared at him closely. Since that night, Athan Buffay has become more and more familiar to me. His body, his scent, his kiss, and his golden pupils! All of this is eerily similar to that night in the lavender field five years ago. Especially every time I get close to him, I feel an involuntary emotion that makes me want to get close to him. And the dream last night, I can't help but think that the person that night was him!. However, if it is really him, then he is the father of my children. I don't know if I can face this man normally. I clenched my fists unknowingly, my palms sweating slightly from the tension. Athan Buffay's expression changed a few times, then he lowered his head and said softly, "No, I've never been to the Bluemoon Pack. My tense body felt a little out of strength because of the sudden relaxation. Fortunately, it was not him! I let out a long sigh of relief and went back to eating. Sure enough, I thought too much!. Athan Buffay smiled softly, he just looked at me so quietly, and stayed with me to finish my lunch. When I finally asked the question that had been plaguing me, I felt extremely relieved. Just then, Athan Buffay's phone rang. He picked up the phone: "Markus, how's everything?" Then his movements stopped, he looked at me and said to the phone, "You said, you caught Thana Green?"