I looked straight at Michelle, the little wolf princess of the Fostrau clan. "Michelle, I honestly thought this was just a kid's fit—you'd throw a tantrum and get over it. I never imagined you'd pull something like this. This isn't the Fostrau territory. Taking Caden like that? That's kidnapping, plain and simple. If you don't want a public spectacle and your face all over the news tomorrow, you'll release Caden right now. That's the only way you'll walk out of here without trouble." Michelle pressed her lips together and stayed silent. Her large eyes were full of resentment, but I met her gaze fearlessly. Tryingtooutdome in presence? You'restilltoogreen. The hatred in Michelle's eyes gradually faded. She looked at the black wolf bodyguards surrounding her, then turned reluctantly to glance at Caden. Finally, she withdrew the hand she'd been pressing down on his shoulder. "Fine, I'll let him go." Yale immediately stepped forward, quickly pulling Caden back to my side. A dozen black wolves also swiftly retreated and formed a protective wall behind us. "Caden!" My hand shot out and closed around his arm. It wasn't until that moment that I registered how truly on edge I'd been; my palms were soaked. Caden held my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine." Hearing that, a bit of tension finally eased. I then faced Michelle, whose expression had hardened, and stated coldly, "Michelle, from this point on, I expect you to leave Caden alone. He is my fiancé. Regardless of your Fostrau customs, this is Rivemon. Furthermore, we are getting married soon. Since Caden is unharmed today, we'll let this slide and won't involve Duke Gerald Daffron. However, don't mistake our leniency for forgiveness. If anything like this happens again, you will face the consequences." With that, I turned away without giving Michelle another glance. I took Caden's hand and said, "Caden, let's go home." Everyone returned to New Moon City, and it wasn't until we stepped through the front door that Caden finally let down his guard. He let out a heavy breath and sat down on the couch, resting his left hand on his forehead. I went to pour him a glass of hot water, then sat down beside him and tried to comfort him. "It's over now. Are you feeling unwell? Have a sip of water and take a moment." "I was drugged when I went to see Michelle today," Caden said tiredly, clicking his tongue. He then recounted everything that had happened after arriving at the cabin. A cold wave washed over me as I listened. So he had not beenalright a momentago—he had beenputtingon a bravefacejustforme.I took Caden's hand and let out a breath. "I honestly did not think Michelle would go to such extremes. But it is finished now. Don't worry, she likely will not try anything again. If she does, we can inform Duke Gerald Daffron. Surely he would not approve of his daughter behaving like this." Caden nodded, looking a bit regretful. "I didn't expect this either ... I really wonder what Duke Gerald Daffron would think if he knew what kind of person Michelle is. I can't believe I fell for it today. Damn it." Seeing his frustrated expression, a soft laugh escaped me as I rested my head on his shoulder to comfort him. "Very well, let us put your upset aside. You are safely back home, and this situation was not your fault. Michelle is, after all, a noble princess of the Fostrau werewolf clan; who would have believed a princess would resort to such underhanded tactics? Ultimately ... " I smiled and gently pinched Caden's nose. "It just means your charm is too strong." In that warm, lighthearted atmosphere, Caden's earlier frustration completely faded, and he smiled too. "Isn't that just further proof that you've got great taste? That's why I've always only loved you." "Flatterer." I rolled my eyes as I said it, but my heart felt warm and full. Time flew by as we chatted and laughed. After everything that had happened, it was almost midnight. Sleepiness, long held off, rushed in at once. I took Caden by the hand and led him back to the bedroom. We lay down and fell asleep in each other's arms. Naomi's POV: "Naomi, move in a little closer. The two of you are standing too far apart." On the set of My Youth, My Choice, the photographer looked up and raised his hand, shouting instructions to Jasper and me. I obediently took a small step toward Jasper, but it didn't help much. The photographer looked a bit annoyed and had to come over himself to demonstrate the pose. "You're playing a couple in the drama, not long-lost brothers. Get closer." He gave me a gentle push toward Jasper. After stroking his chin for a moment, still seemingly unsatisfied, he directly grabbed Jasper's hand and placed it in mine. Jasper and I were both startled, instinctively trying to pull our hands away, but the photographer clapped excitedly. "Perfect! That's it! Don't move! Hold that pose and keep your expressions!" He dashed back behind the camera, beginning to shoot from different angles to find the perfect frame. I couldn't help but press my lips together slightly and looked away, trying to focus elsewhere. But all my attention was on Jasper's hand holding mine. His hand was so big and warm. I suddenly thought, Thiskindofcollaborationisn'tso bad. Things like holding hands—something we could never do in real life—can at least come true in the script.