Jasper lifted his face with a bit of surprise in his eyes. "You mean—" I nodded. "Naomi is a good girl. I could already tell back at the hospital that she really likes you. Why not give dating her a try?" "Naomi?" Jasper repeated, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a smile. After a moment, he shook his head. "I won't hold her up. Naomi really is a great girl, but I only see her as a younger sister." I froze—not because of what Jasper said, but because my Alpha sense picked up someone outside the slightly ajar door. Naomi was standing there. She must have heard everything Jasper said. Naomi didn't come in. She paused for a bit, then quietly walked away. Poor girl. This is truly a case of unrequited love. I found myself speechless for a moment. In the end, I could only let it go and said seriously to Jasper, "Since that's the case, I shouldn't meddle in your personal affairs. But I hope, when you're acting on impulse, you'll still think of the company. After all, it's not just about you anymore. Jasper, I want to see you taking your work seriously again—within three days." Jasper didn't speak but finally nodded solemnly. "Alright. I understand. I'll be more careful." After many twists and turns, the crew of The Call of the Wild finally wrapped filming on schedule, thanks to the dedication of the directors and cast. To reward everyone for their hard work, I booked a banquet hall at a hotel and invited the entire crew to a wrap party. Raising my glass and standing up, I looked around with a smile. "You've all worked so hard these past weeks, and your dedication to the film has really shown. I believe we'll achieve great results at the film festival this time!" Everyone cheered and raised their glasses, the room full of laughter and joy. Suddenly, a young werewolf man dressed in black with white gloves—looking very formal, even a bit intimidating—walked in holding a box. The blue velvet satin wrapping gave it an upscale appearance. "Excuse me, who is Ms. Rosaline Sinclair?"Hearing the voice, I stood up in confusion and stepped out from the table. "I am." The werewolf man gave a polite nod and smiled as he handed me the box. "Hello, a gentleman asked us to deliver this to you. He insisted it be given in person. If there are no objections, please sign here." I froze for a moment, confused, as I took the box. Who would be sending me a gift—and in such a mysterious way? Could it be Caden? A few of my close friends nearby had already started teasing. Everyone knew Caden and I were about to get engaged, so they assumed the gift was from him. "Rosaline, Mr. Holbrook sure is well-informed! The movie just wrapped, and he already sent you a gift." "Yeah, you two are so sweet together! Don't forget to send us invitations for the engagement ceremony!" As the teasing continued, I looked down at the box in my hands and slowly opened it—only to find an exquisite diamond necklace inside. I'd seen this necklace in a magazine before. It was a limited-edition, handcrafted piece from Fostrau. Even the diamonds and platinum chain were hand-cut. It was extremely expensive. Aside from Caden, I couldn't think of anyone else who would give me something this valuable. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I gently closed the box and tucked it away. Didn't he just give me a necklace a few days ago? And now another one so soon? By the time I got back to the villa, it was nearly 10 p.m. As I stepped inside, I saw Caden sitting on the sofa reading. He looked up when he heard the door, set his magazine aside, and sat up straight. "Why are you back so late? You didn't even tell me. I would've come to pick you up." "It's fine!" I smiled and shook my head. I was in a good mood, so I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I didn't drink much tonight, just caught a ride back with a colleague ... Oh, right. Why didn't you tell me you were spending so much money on a gift today? I wasn't prepared at all!" At first, Caden was clearly enjoying my affectionate teasing, but when he heard what I said, he paused—looking confused. "What gift? What are you talking about?" I blinked, puzzled by his reaction.Wait. Could it be that the necklace wasn't from him? Still confused, I took the jewelry box from my bag and handed it to him. "This. I saw this necklace in a magazine. It's really expensive. Someone delivered it straight to the hotel where we were holding the wrap party. I thought it was from you." Caden looked at the necklace in the box, his expression darkening as his confusion deepened. "It wasn't me," he said, shaking his head. His expression didn't look good. I frowned and set the jewelry box aside. "Then forget it. It doesn't matter." I knew all too well where Caden's soft spots were. I said that partly to reassure him. And besides—I really don't need gifts from someone I can't even identify.