Chapter 452 Genuinely Want to Terminate the Bond

• Morning sunlight poured in, waking Nathaniel on the bed in the lounge. His suit jacket was off, leaving only a thin shirt outlining his chiseled abs.
• A hangover always brought a headache, and as he sat up, he gently shook his head. Did I come in on my own to sleep after getting drunk last night?
• Did anything happen last night? Nathaniel asked his wolf, but it didn't respond, setting off alarms in his mind, signaling something was wrong. However, his clothes were intact, suggesting nothing significant had occurred.