But Andrew didnât think about it.
He looked into my eyes intently.
âDebra, you are my guest.
According to the etiquette, I should take you with me.
I canât leave you here and attend the banquet myself.
It is against the rule.
â
He sounded reasonable.
But I still chose to refuse.
âMr.
Pierce, Iâm just a guest temporarily staying at your place; not someone distinguished.
Attending the party with you is against the rule.
â
Considering I had refused him, I thought Andrew would no longer force me because he was a thorough gentleman.
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However, he was determined this time.
âDebra, you are my precious guest.
It doesnât matter whether
you stay here temporarily or not.
I want you to accompany me to the banquet so others donât make malicious speculations about me.
â
Both Ivy and I fell silent.
Andrew seemed like a whole new person.
After a momentâs hesitation, I finally agreed.
âALL right.
Iâll accompany you.
â
Andrew seemed to visibly relax and smiled.
âOkay, Iâll pick you up on time tomorrow.
Itâs getting late, Debra.
Rest well.
Iâll leave now.
â
âOkay.
â I stood up and watched him leave.
After Andrew left, Ivy asked curiously, âHoney, you said you didnât want to attend the party.
Why did you agree in the end?â
I shrugged helplessly.
âAndrew saved Abby and me.
He wants me to attend the banquet.
I couldnât refuse him.
Besides, Iâm staying at his place now.
â
I sighed.
âIvy, donât you feel strange about it?â
Ivy was confused.
âStrange about what?â
âWhy did Andrew invite me to the banquet held by the clan leader? Although he came up with several reasons, I think theyâre mere excuses.
Besides, something seems strange.
He is persistent.
â
Debraâs POV:
Ivy, being straightforward, remarked casually, âMaybe Andrew just sees you as his guest and feels itâs only right to invite you to the banquet.
Otherwise, he might feel heâs neglecting you.
â
I furrowed my brow, feeling a sense of unease settle over me.
However, I understood that it wasnât Ivyâs fault.
After all, she was just my wolf.
It was natural that she couldnât grasp the complexities of human thoughts and emotions.
Taking a moment to compose myself, I countered, âNo, Ivy, itâs not quite that straightforward.
Do you truly believe those who harbor discrimination against mixed-blood witches would openly embrace one at their banquet-one that is organized by their leader?â
Ivy fell silent, grappling with the weight of my words.
After some time, she grasped the situation and responded, âYouâre right.
Remember how the nurses in the hospital would give us disapproving looks, and Shirley was always causing problems? I doubt the guests at the party will be any different.
Theyâre likely cut from the same cloth, if not worse.
Shirley might even try to stir up trouble for us there.
â
Ivyâs indignation flared anew at the thought of this.