My Ungrateful Shifter Auctioned Me Away—Now He’s Begging for My Return Chapter 09

My Ungrateful Shifter Auctioned Me Away—Now He’s Begging for My Return Chapter 09

The moment I said that, the entire room went quiet.

Rowan stared at me blankly.

Behind me, I heard Silas hold his breath.

I contacted Graham and told him to take Rowan away.

Even after the call ended, Rowan remained frozen, unable to process the finality of my tone.

“Evelyn, you’re keeping a stray shifter and kicking me out?”

Rowan’s tail dropped to the floor, disbelief filling his eyes.

The fur on his tail was far too dirty. The moment it touched the floor, it left a smeared stain behind.

I frowned in disgust. “Ugh.”

“Filthy.”

“I’m not filthy. You’re lying!”

Rowan’s chest rose and fell hard.

In front of me, he had always been an explosion of arrogance and unchecked emotion.

I asked him, “After Vivienne played with you, how do you still have the nerve to call yourself

clean?”

My tone was almost casual.

But Rowan could not take it.

He trembled with a fury so visceral it felt physical.

I was already prepared. If he started cursing at me again, I would overcome my sensory aversion long enough to drag him out by the scruff of his neck.

But Rowan did not say a word.

Before Graham arrived, he turned and rushed out the door on his own.

The housekeeping bot immediately rolled forward and cleaned every spot he had stepped on.

That night, heavy rain began to fall outside.

Thunder and lightning crashed together.

Branches were snapped off by the wind and blown onto the balcony.

The whole world seemed swallowed by the storm.

I lifted my eyes and looked at Silas.

His expression was calm, and he slept peacefully, completely unaffected by the violent weather.

Reassured, I looked away.

But the noise of the rain made it impossible to focus on work, so I simply propped my chin on my

hand and stared out the window.

In the past, whenever thunder struck, Rowan would curl up beside me.

His tail would wrap tightly around me, and he demanded every ounce of my attention.

I had to keep petting him and soothing him until the storm passed.

I used to think all shifters were that difficult to raise and that arrogant.

Now it seemed I had simply ended up with an entitled little prince.

Keeping Silas was so much easier.

A pair of golden eyes opened in the dark, watching me with unnerving focus.

“Evelyn.”

“Hmm?”

Silas smiled faintly. “If Evelyn is really worried about Rowan, you can bring him back.”

“He was raised by humans since he was little. A shifter grown in a greenhouse won’t survive

outside.”

“If he comes back and still disrespects you or stays disloyal, I’ll discipline him and make him

behave.”

I blinked.

“I never said I wanted to bring him back.”

Silas kept looking at me, so I simply sat beside him and explained.

“I was just thinking about the contrast. You spent so long as a stray that a storm like this doesn’t

even make you flinch. It makes me wonder what you’ve survived.”

Silas froze.

After a long while, he lowered his eyes and said softly, “No.”

“I didn’t suffer that much. I was lucky like Rowan. I met someone very kind.”

“But I’m luckier than him, because now I get to stay by Evelyn’s side.”

I climbed onto the bed, pinched Silas’s face, and smiled.

“Since you’re awake, do something with Evelyn that suits this kind of weather.”

Pouring rain could cover many sounds that were not meant to be heard by the outside world.

Which meant a human who wanted to be bad could be even more reckless.