Winston smiled bitterly in silence. It was already very good that Irina didn’t blame him for forcibly mating with her. And she even regarded him as a friend. He ought to feel content.

But why did his heart ache so terribly?

Irina continued, “The relationship between Winston and I is more like kinship. After we became spouses, my attitude towards him seems to have changed a little. But… since he’s already my mate, he would be too pitiful if I simply regard him as a tool for hard manual labor.”

The killing intent in Curtis’s eyes vanished completely, and his expression grew gentler. “You’re too softhearted.”

But if Snow wasn’t...