Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna

Chapter 47

Chapter 47
Engrossed in the stunning art piece, Jasmine walked, eager to take a closer look. The gallery’s atmosphere was filled with a symphony of colors and textures, each stroke on the canvas telling a story. The soft hum of conversations from the sophisticated crowd added to the ambiance.
In that moment, she collided with a man briskly walking by. The glass she held sl*pped from her hand, and losing her balance, she bumped into a waiter, creating a cacophony of shattering glasses. The delicate notes of a piano playing in the background seemed to freeze. momentarily.
“Oh no no,” she cried out in horror, her voice a soft melody in the gallery’s space.
Im so sorry, ma’am,” the waiter apologized with genuine concern, but people barely paid her any attention. The gallery patrons, engrossed in the exquisite artwork, were oblivious to the small disruption.
“Are you okay?” Axel asked guiltily. Hurrying to carry out Ethan’s instructions of arranging a private space for him and an important man to discuss, Axel had bumped into Jasmine, they had both been distracted. The air was filled with the scent of the red wine. “No!” She yelled, her voice carrying a hint of frustration and embarrassment, turning red from the demeaning and pitiful glances.l she got from the servers positioned there and some other gallery patrons passing by. The gallery’s lighting accentuated the hues of her flushed checks. She turned around and left immediately, leaving behind a lingering trail of her favorite floral perfume.
Axel adjusted his glasses, watching her retreating back as she made her way through the crowd. The gallery walls adorned with masterpieces created an artistic backdrop to this unexpected encounter. Something about her struck at him. She was so familiar, and when his arms had brushed her, he’d felt a tingling sensation he couldn’t understand-a burst of heat against his cold skin. The air-conditioned gallery seemed to have a calming effect on the patrons, creating a comfortable space to appreciate art

He blinked, taking off his glasses that now had spots of wine, cleaning them, and putting them back on. As he took a step, he felt the impression of something underneath his feet. Shifting his leg, the sight of a necklace came into vicw-a female necklace. It looked cheap. He’d stepped on it and broken it. With a sigh, he picked it up, discarding it in the trash as he walked by. The gallery’s pristine environment, with its immaculate white walls, emphasized Axel’s obsession and need for orderliness.
Then he walked off, having important things to do. The echo of his footsteps reverberated in the gallery, adding a rhythmic undertone to the ambient sounds.
Sighting Dr. Gomez making his entrance, Axel walked up to him.
This way, sir, he directed the older man to the room where Ethan waited. Unknown to Jasmine, she had just missed him, the very reason she had camped close to the servers had made his way passed there the moment she left.
Few minutes later. Jasmine exited the bathroom in a frenzy. The bathroom, adorned with minimalist decor, provided a stark contrast to the vibrant artworks outside. While scrubbing at her clothes, she had glanced at her reflection, spotting her bare neck, She instantly became alarmed touching her neck and searching the floor in panic. Still, she couldn’t find her necklace, and she was nearly losing her mind in fear and panic. The reflection of her distressed expression reflected in the sleek mirrors.
She rushed back to the main hall, which was almost empty as the guests had moved into the inner room for the exhibition. The dimming lights and the soft hum of conversations. created an intimate atmosphere. Jasmine’s hurried footsteps added a staccato beat to the background music.
“Excuse me,” she called the attention of a server, her voice resonating in the spa c i o u s hall. “Did you happen to see a necklace?” she asked anxiously, her eyes searching the faces of the few remaining ushers. The gallery’s grandeur now felt somewhat haunting in its emptiness. “It fell. I believe that man picked it, the one you bumped into,” an usher observed, his voice echoing in the now-hushed surroundings. Jasmine heaved a sigh of relief; she just had to find him and retrieve it.
She walked around finally spotting him standing at the door of an exclusive room. “Hello, excuse me, she called out to Axel, her voice carrying a mix of urgency and desperation. I believe you have my necklace. She was breathing heavily.
“What necklace?” Axel asked in a low voice, his response blending into the subdued murmurs of the few remaining guests that walked past.
Jasmine gave a hurried description of it, her voice cutting through, carrying the hint of anxiety she felt
“Oh, that. That was yours? It’s in the trash,” Axel said carelessly. Her face fell instantly, a moment frozen in time within the gallery’s walls.
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