Hungry Wolf With His Queen (Completed)

Chapter 7 Fair Is Not a Word For You

Linda White checked her raised hand, and looked towards the door. Her expression made her look like a frog.

A lady came to the sink next to Julie. She turned the tap, and spoke to Linda: “You dare to bully the weak.”

Julie lifted her head. From her reflection in the mirror, she recognized the lady from before: she was wearing a white princess dress.

This lady had baby-soft skin. Her fine hair was swept back in a ponytail. She looked so beautiful, like a doll.

Linda White tried to show her enthusiasm the moment she noticed the lady. She said: “Dear Miss Bass, it’s an honor to have you at my daughter’s engagement party.”

Miss Bass?

Julie remembered that when she had pretended to be close to Thompson, that lady had appeared angry. She had assumed Miss Bass must be Thompson’s ex-girlfriend.

And this assumption turned out to be correct.

Julie smiled, and pointed at Jasmine, then at herself. “Miss Bass, I don’t know if you’re talking about me or her...” Julie said.

Before Julie could finish her sentence, the lady splashed water all over Julie’s face. Drops fell from her chin.

“You b***h! How dare you try to seduce Lord Thompson!” Fannie Bass stared at Julie with anger, one hand on her hip.

Linda White laughed happily. She knew of Lady Fannie Bass—she was the youngest sister in the Bass family, and loved her three older brothers. And she was raised obstinate because of her distinguished background.

Fannie was offended, but she did an unexpected thing:

She pushed back her hair, and gestured towards her face. “I splashed you, so now it’s your turn to splash me. I’ll never bully the weak.”

Julie was shocked by this suggestion. She had fought with Jasmine every day, and this was the first time someone had ever suggested fair play.

After the initial moment of shock, she splashed Fannie in the face with water.

“Well done! Now tell me which postures you do when you make love to Lord Thompson.”

Julie was completely shocked to hear this, and so were Jasmine and Linda.

Facing such a great lady, Julie wiped her brow and said: “How about we make up first?”

“Correct! I need to make up too!”

Then, Fannie ignored Jasmine, who still stood by, looking shocked. She simply led Julie out of the washroom, hand in hand.

In a private box on the second floor, they sat down face to face.

“Now, can you tell me how you caught Lord Thompson?”

Watching her curious face, Julie couldn’t help but laugh.

“Why do you laugh?” asked Miss Bass.

Julie lay down on the sofa. “Miss Bass, you must be the most special girl I’ve ever met. Have you ever fallen in love?”

“Nope, what about you?” Fannie asked, taking a large gulp of her sweet wine.

“This is my ex-boyfriend’s party,” Julie replied.

“Does Lord Thompson enjoy having a secondhand girlfriend?”

Julie took off her heels, and rubbed her sore feet. She had to admit that she liked this cute, honest girl.

“Miss Bass, I have no idea how to explain the relationship between me and Lord Thompson. But it’s not what you think.”

Fannie was silent for a while. She stared at Julie, with a questioning look. Then she took another sip of her wine, and said: “Do you know how many ladies want to kill you, since Lord Thompson announced that you’re his wife?”

Julie lifted her eyebrows. She really liked Fannie’s personality: brutally honest.

She shrugged, and said, smiling: “It’s not the first time I’m somebody’s imaginary enemy. But honestly, I just Lord Thompson today...I helped him out, so he owes me.”

Maybe it was Julie’s peaceful tone, or perhaps it was her honest gaze, but Fannie immediately believed her.

After a moment of silence, Fannie responded: “Don’t ever call me Miss Bass; just call me Fannie. The splashing was just a thing I learned from ebooks. I hope it didn’t bother you too much.”

After a while of chatting like this, they both felt comfortable and familiar. Fannie suddenly took Julie’s hand, and said: “I’m gonna tell you a secret about Lord Thompson...”

***

Later on, Fannie was a little drunk, and she was driven home. Julie accompanied her part way, but got out to buy some crayfish and beer, before going home. She had eaten nothing at the party, and had been starving for a long time.

She peeled the crayfish, and drank the beer, which made all her unhappiness disappear. But as she was peacefully eating, she suddenly heard somebody knock at her door.

Only the Finches knew where she lived. There’s no way I’m going to argue with them now, she thought.

While considering this, Julie opened the door. She was surprised to see the man standing outside. In the shadow cast by the streetlamp, there stood a tall figure, smoking a cigarette, with a chocolate lab at his feet. One of his hands was hidden in his pocket.

He simply stood there and smoked. I was so weird.

“Lord Thompson?” Julie said, a bit nervous. “How did you get my address? And what do you want with me at such an hour?”

“Our deal,” he replied.

What the hell? He had come all this way with his dog for that?

“Well...Lord Thompson...” Julie didn’t want him coming into her room. But he stepped past her, after extinguishing his cigarette.

The lab followed its master into the room, wagging its tail.

Julie had no choice but to follow them both inside. “Have a seat, please. I only have beer...I don’t know if you like it.”

“Alright.” Thompson glanced at the table, and nodded.

Julie opened a bottle of beer for Thompson. The little sofa didn’t seem suitable for such a tall man. The dog sat down, and stayed quiet.

“What about him?” Julie indicated the lab, asking Thompson for direction. Both guests simply stared at her. She looked from man to dog, but eventually started staring at the crayfish on the table. It was so awkward, and nobody spoke.

Julie sat on the stool, and felt like crying. What the fuck...did he want to do?

There was no sound in the room, besides the evaporation of the beer, and the wind, and a small sound coming from someone’s stomach.

Julie took a deep breath, and raised her head. “Lord Thompson, have you eaten already, or would you like to try some of the spicy crayfish?”

Thompson nodded, and said: “Please peel.” And the dog yelped.

Come on, she thought. Who did Thompson think she was, ordering her about like this? And the dog! Damn it—it can’t eat the crayfish!

Wearing her disposable gloves, Julie begins to peel, and asks again: “Are you sure you wanna eat the crayfish I peel for you? Are you okay with the lack of cleanliness?”

“In fact, I would prefer it if you were unclothed,” Thompson responded. The dog yelped once more.

This dog must be here to threaten me, Julie thought.

Thompson ate gracefully. He ate the crayfish as though it were lobster. And his dog, after having a taste, couldn’t stop eating.

Julie was a little worried. “Is it okay for your dog to eat this spicy food?”

But honestly, she didn’t want to take the crayfish away, and risk offending this lab.

Let alone offend Thompson...