h4Chapter 757: 757-She Kissed My Husband And I Am Fuming./h4

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    I had been anxiously pacing around my room ever since Norman left to have a session with Lucy.

    "We should go and listen to their conversation," my wolf suggested, and I shook my head immediately.

    "It’s hical," I replied, trying to hiss at her to shut her down. But I knew it wouldn’t be long before she started trying to convince me again.

    "I just don’t understand why he has to be the one to give her a therapy session," Iined.

    "I know, but I guess it’s nobody’s fault but his. He was the one who offered to help her."

    Well, my wolf was right. It was actually Norman who suggested helping her.

    "But it’ll be fine. I’m pretty sure he’s just trying to take responsibility and probably feels guilty since they weren’t there to help her when she fell. That was when they should have helped her," my wolf said.

    Cora probably thought I was losing my mind, so she tried to calm me down by giving me random excuses. But it didn’t help, because my mind kept going back to what was happening in their office.

    "You know what? I know it’s hical, but..." I paused. "I’ll just go and take a look. He’s my mate anyway."

    I finally convinced myself it would be fine, so I began walking briskly toward the staircase. Even though Norman had forbidden me from using the stairs now, I still couldn’t get used to the idea of taking the elevator. I was so worked up that I found myself climbing all the way to the top floor, where Norman’s office was.

    Once I got there, guilt started to creep in. What if Norman got upset that I was eavesdropping? He’d think I didn’t trust him, and that’s why I was doing it.

    But all the logical thoughts started to fade the moment I reached the door. I pressed my ear against it.

    "Do you remember anything from when you were in aa?" I heard Norman ask her.

    "No. I just remember darkness," she replied.

    "Okay," Norman added.

    At this point, I thought maybe I’d wasted my timeing here. But then I noticed a window in the back and felt like I should peek through. Maybe their expressions were more interesting than their words.

    "You’re just stressing yourself out for no reason. It’s Norman,e on. He would never do anything to hurt you," Cora protested.

    "I’m not worried about Norman. It’s Lucy I’m angry with. I just can’t trust her. The way she dressed, the way she was smirking at me—she’s doing it on purpose," Iined, tiptoeing toward the window.

    Thankfully, there were no curtains, so I stood off to the side just to sneak a little peek. Lucy was sitting upright with her hands resting on her knees, while Norman leaned back casually, looking rxed and handsome.

    "It’s just that ever since I woke up, I feel like I’m trying to run away from something. Maybe I’m too scared of being in that position again," Lucy said. She was speaking very normally, not the way she usually does to annoy everyone, so maybe this session really was meant to help her, and she didn’t have some hidden agenda behind it.

    "Lucy, I want to know something about your fall," Norman started again, and this time I had a feeling it was something important to him. "Can you tell me what the entity on the 10th floor said to you before you jumped, or before you were pushed?"

    He asked very carefully, and I began to feel something strange in my body, like a slow stretch spreading through me. That’s when I realized we had another entity involved, and this one was already out in the open.

    "You believe me when I say I was on the 10th floor?" Lucy asked, probably because many others hadn’t believed her. Even the other students used to say she must have imagined it,l that she was going through a hard breakup, wanted something exciting in her life, and made up the whole floor that didn’t exist. They imed she was ming some entity when really, she just wanted to end her life to stop the misery.

    "Depends on what you say." Norman was very careful with his response.

    "I was told that I would be relieved of all the pain if I let her into my body," Lucy began, and I saw Norman slowly straighten his spine. Either he didn’t like the answer, or he didn’t like that such an option had been given to her.

    "And what did you say to that, Lucy?" he asked more directly now. He was sitting very attentively, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, almost like he was staring into her soul.

    Suddenly, she rxed her body, slid her hands to her sides, lifted herself slightly, and shifted back to rest against the backrest. Then she crossed one leg over the other, sittingfortably.

    "Something tells me you know more about the entity than I do," Lucy said. The atmosphere had grown so tense that I couldn’t even process what was really going on.

    "Tell me. I want to know what they told you," Norman insisted, his tone more demanding now.

    "I think the session is already too long. Maybe some other day. I still need to process why the entity said your name." The moment she said that, Norman slowly stood up from his seat.

    "Come on, Norman, it’s alright. You can tell me if you’ve been to that floor too," she asked, her tone more serious now.

    Norman startedughing almost immediately. "You almost got me there. No, I’ve never been to that floor. So I’d like you toe back after you’ve thought through what you experienced and stop making up stories," he said.

    She rolled her eyes and rxed her body. "I was just trying to mess with you." She got up, and I frowned at her. What the hell was wrong with her? Why was she joking about something like this in a therapy session? Was she even going to take it seriously?

    But then she did something I didn’t expect. She suddenly leaned in and, in one swift motion, kissed his cheek.

    "Thank you so much for your help. I’ll leave now."

    It happened so quickly that Norman couldn’t even respond.

    "Lucy, I’m your professor. Don’t ever do that again," he said sternly. He moved quickly to block her exit, cing his hand on the door to stop her from leaving.

    I couldn’t see her reaction because she was facing away, but I had seen her kiss my mate on the cheek, and now I was fuming.