Chapter 361:

Wallflower bit her lip, a thousand words choking in her throat, but all of them remained unspoken.

“I… I understand…”

With that, she finished her morning routine and quickly left.

Memphis watched her for a few moments, then leisurely stood up, turned on the cold shower, and casually washed off, as if to cleanse himself of every lingering trace of the woman.

By the time he returned to the bedroom, Wallflower had already left. All her belongings were gone, even the blood-stained bed sheets.

“Well, good. At least you’ve kept your independence.”

When it came to Wallflower’s feelings, and even his own, Memphis refused to let them interfere with the decisions and goals he had already set. At least for now: “what he wanted” wasn’t a peaceful, happy life with Wallflower. That was only a “primal desire.”

And primal desires? Get out of the way. One night of passion was more than enough.

After carefully putting on his combat gear and packing a bag with supplies and several sets of clothes, Memphi