Chapter 144:A Night of Close Calls

(Scarlett's POV) Relief swept over me as Roman’s sharp eyes seemed to reflect confusion rather than recognition. It was clear—he didn’t remember the events of the night. That knowledge should have brought me peace, but Cora, my wolf, paced nervously within me. Something unpredictable always followed when Roman lingered this way. Then his gaze landed on my neck. On the scarf. “Why are you wearing that?” His voice was calm, but the weight of his curiosity hit me like a physical force. He reached out for the fabric. My stomach twisted. Panic flared. I automatically jerked back, my hand tightening around the scarf’s edge. “Don’t!” I exclaimed, heart pounding like a drum inside my chest. “I’m… cold. That’s all.” Cora whimpered faintly, sensing my unease. My fingers clutched the material desperately, as if it could shield me from his piercing gaze. Roman studied me, those ice-blue eyes narrowing. He didn’t say anything at first, but his silence was worse than words. The weight of his s