After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 191: So I’m Sweetheart’s mate from now on?

Chapter 191: So I’m Sweetheart’s mate from now on?

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

At the moment Marcus called out “Brother,” Adrian was instantly speechless. His mouth opened slightly, then closed again as he processed what had just happened.

Adrian found himself momentarily disarmed by Marcus’s sudden compliance. The Alpha had actually done it

he’d called him brother without hesitation.

“He is indeed quite shameless,” Adrian muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief.

Before Adrian could retort with something more cutting, Marcus adopted a serious tone. His expression shifted to one of diplomatic formality.

“It wouldn’t be appropriate to visit my mother–in–law empty–handed,” Marcus stated matter–of–factly. “Perhaps

we should arrange a proper meeting for a future date.”

Adrian’s eyebrows shot up at Marcus’s calculated response. A slow smile spread across his face as he

recognized the Alpha’s tactical retreat.

“What’s this, Alpha Marcus?” Adrian challenged, his voice dripping with amusement. “Are you backing down

now?”

Marcus met his gaze steadily, his golden eyes showing no trace of embarrassment. “Not at all, Young Master

Whitmore.”

“I would be happy to comply with whatever arrangement you see fit,” Marcus replied smoothly.

The diplomatic dance between them was almost entertaining to watch. Both men were clearly testing each

other’s boundaries.

could continue, I intervened

silently warning him not to escalate things

confrontation outside Dorothea’s

as he remembered our purpose here.

headed toward the VIP ward on the twelfth floor. Our footsteps echoed softly in the pristine

He gave us a respectful

to follow us inside.

feel Marcus’s presence behind us, though he maintained a respectful distance. His earlier words about meeting

resting peacefully in her hospital bed. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the

carefully sewing clothes for Comfort Doll. Her fingers moved with practiced precision

Sweetheart’s mate from now

te Points?

a warm smile. “Good afternoon, Young Master Whitmore,

replied politely

the doll’s dress. The tiny

sister to see you,” Adrian

from her sewing, setting the delicate work aside carefully. Her eyes immediately

is here?” she exclaimed with pure

out to hold her

sewing clothes for the doll,”

at the half–finished princess dress. “Sweetheart

her hand.

seemed to glow with happiness. Then her

immediately. Her expression shifted to one

“Oh, you’re sick too,”

and me with childlike observation. “Many people here are sick

same clothes.”

at Marcus, realizing that my foster mother couldn’t understand the complex concept of deep–seated silver injuries. To her, he

smiled gently, his usual commanding presence softening. “I’m not sick,” he said kindly.

playing a game.”

up with curiosity. “A game? What kind of