I Traded My Wolves for a Cold-Blooded Serpent, But Why is He Always Hitting on Me Chapter 10

I Traded My Wolves for a Cold-Blooded Serpent, But Why is He Always Hitting on Me Chapter 10

In the days that followed, I relaxed and did wedding prep, picking out jewelry.

The mansion was thick with bad energy.

Even Ella, who’d kept up nice acts, mocked me: “Can’t believe five percent stock was enough to break you.”

I didn’t react.

She got angrier, chuckling: “You know how much stock I’ll get later? When Dad dies, it’s all mine.”

I stared at her.

She looked satisfied: “Jealous yet?”

So funny. I almost clapped.

Jacob said flatly: “You sold out.”

Jay nodded in agreement.

John scrolled his phone lazily, not caring.

Sold out? Me?

I didn’t care what they thought. I watched Serpentes instead.

He wasn’t as dark as I expected. He just lifted his eyes, dark as still water, and met mine.

I realized-when his eyes weren’t filled with rage, they were stunning. Slim, slightly upturned at the corners, lazy and

beautiful.