A Fox to Win Hazel's Smile

Winston let out a dismissive snort, clutching the grapes even tighter. "Don't understand me? Then you don't get to eat," he said coldly.

His voice was aged and unyielding, completely unmoved by the fluffy little fox whimpering in his arms.

With Winston, cuteness held no sway. He had a heart of steel—except when it came to Hazel.

The little creature stared longingly at the grapes, licking its lips.