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.

I intervened quickly. “Brother, Mother

a meaningful glance at Marcus, silently warning him not to escalate

a confrontation

nodded, his playful expression softening as he remembered our

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

ward as we approached. He gave us

to follow us inside.

behind us, though he maintained a respectful distance. His

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

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

Sweetheart’s mate

te Points?

caregiver looked up as we entered, offering a warm smile. “Good afternoon, Young Master

replied politely

his mother was doing on the doll’s dress. The tiny stitches

I brought my sister to

work aside carefully. Her eyes immediately

is here?” she

by her bed, reaching out to hold her hand. Her skin felt warm and soft

resting instead of sewing clothes for

dress. “Sweetheart

earnestly, squeezing her hand. “I love everything

she seemed to glow with happiness. Then her gaze shifted past me, and she noticed

immediately. Her expression shifted to one

spoke first. “Oh,

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

same clothes.”

that my foster mother couldn’t understand the complex concept of deep–seated

smiled gently, his usual commanding presence softening.

playing a game.”

eyes lit up with curiosity. “A game? What