After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

Chapter 84

His brows furrowed slightly, a rare look of concern crossing his usually impassive face.

“You need to be more careful,” he said, his voice low. His grip was firm but not forceful, as if shielding her

from further harm.

The brief silence that followed was filled with the subtle gasps of nearby guests, who had clearly taken note of the unexpected interaction.

Eyes darted between Arnold and Nora, speculation flashing in their expressions.

But just as quickly as it had happened, Nora pulled her hand away.

“I’m fine,” she said swiftly, avoiding his gaze. “It’s nothing serious.”

Arnold didn’t argue, though his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he finally let it go.

The murmurs around them didn’t subside immediately, but Nora ignored them, willing herself to focus on anything but the lingering warmth of his touch.

Despite his earlier engagement in the conversation, Arnold did not linger long at the banquet.

After some time, he rose from his seat, his movements precise and deliberate.

Before leaving, he turned to Nora.

“Are you going home tonight?” he asked, his voice neutral.

Nora shook her head. “No, I’ll be staying here.”

Arnold merely nodded, as if he had already expected her answer.

to pick up Alex,” he added before stepping

was a simple statement, but to Nora, it felt like another subtle reminder

out of his own will, but because Lancelot had likely instructed him to.

he walked away, his figure disappearing beyond

was parked at the hotel’s entrance. The back door opened, and just as Cole was about to step out, his eyes landed on Arnold, who had just

and retreated back

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car with his usual composure, but Cole remained seated in his own vehicle, his gaze

about tonight felt of an undercurrent of unease

mundane evening.

was swift. The car’s taillights faded into the stream of city traffic, disappearing as efficiently

however, didn’t move, his fingers drumming lightly against the armrest. His instincts told him that tonight’s

stood with Alex, waiting for Arnold to

crisp, and the glow from the streetlamps cast elongated

stretched, neither speaking

up at Nora. His voice carried an uncharacteristic weight, as though

her expression unreadable. “What do you mean?”

You used to ask where

always been perceptive, but she hadn’t expected him to notice. the gradual distance

simply, her voice carrying a

trying to determine whether that was the truth. But before he could press further, the

a smooth stop

his face to be visible, his gaze landing first on Alex,

leaned slightly over to close the door behind Alex, a faint yet distinct scent lingered in