Chapter 706

　　Third person's POV 　　Tabitha returned to her room and saw that Ayla had already fallen asleep. She picked up a warm towel and gently wiped Ayla's face and hands, her eyes filled with affection and tenderness. 　　As she turned to leave, she glanced out the window and saw a figure standing under the streetlight—it was Wilmot. 　　He stood there motionless, like a statue, gazing directly in her direction with a look of desolation and deep affection in his eyes. 　　Tabitha's heart stirred slightly, and she thought to herself, why was he putting himself through this? 　　Lovesickness had always been the most tormenting, the relentless pursuit of something unattainable only leading to heartache and exhaustion. 　　Tabitha only took a quiet look before closing the curtains. 　　She reminded herself that since she couldn't respond to him, she shouldn't leave any hope, not allowing him to fall deeper into this unrequited affection. 　　Forrest walked to Derek's side and said, "Alpha Derek, Tabitha has al