Chapter 18

CARLYLE’S POV

“You don’t have to worry. It’s my treat.”

Was this some kind of ridicule? Who does she think she is? In fact, who is Rex himself? Compared to my status and authority, they were nothing. All along, there, amidst the hustle of serving tables, was someone I couldn’t quite place but whose familiarity tugged at the edges of my memory.

I was about to speak, but about three waiters came around with trays of expensive. dishes, gently placing it on the table which served as the boundary between me and Rex’s sister.

The first waiter dropped the food and left, the second did the same and followed suit. The third one did the same and turned to leave too. Raising my head at that moment, a flicker of recognition sparked within me, but it didn’t click well.

On instinct to get a subtle confirmation, I decided to test my intuition. Intentionally, let my handkerchief slip from my grasp, fluttering to the floor, then I pushed it out in the

with

my leg, all to the unawareness of sister.

Rex’s

open

“Excuse me,” I called out to her almost immediately, raising my hand slightly.

“How may I help you, sir?” She turned to attend to my needs.

My voice carried a measured casualness, but my eyes

back to me, our eyes met in a silent exchange. The veil of anonymity that shrouded her role in my memory began to lift, and a sense of familiarity grew. I recognized

someone from a chapter of my past. My heart

alone stirred

widened in disbelief and elation. There she was, standing before me – Sidonnie, my mate whom I had tirelessly sought. The cacophony of the surroundings. faded into a distant hum as the reality of the

my

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moments of longing, destiny had orchestrated our reunion in the most unexpected

our eyes locked with an understanding that transcended spoken words.

posture that betrayed a mix of emotions. Recognition

that brought with it a mixture of emotions. The

our gaze still locked. Rex’s sister stared at the

Sidonnie replied, walking away

in my gaze, Rex’s sister looked

concern..

of? Is something going on here?” She queried..

sister

sought mine, searching for an explanation or any sign of reassurance, but all she found was the distant gaze fixed on another. Uncertainty. painted her face as she grappled with the sudden

you don’t have a right to ask me such a question,” I said to her, obviously making

agreed to meet in the first place means that you agreed to get married to me and to get married, we have to make sure some steps. take place first of which talking is part of it. Acting

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