Chapter 0268

Ella POV

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rest of the week was a whirlwind. News outlets hounded Alexander for comments about the king's rumored retirement, speculating wildly about his next move. Meanwhile, the hunt for Dr. McIntyre weighed heavily on my mind, especially since there seemed to be no progress.

Alexander's late nights persisted-perhaps not every night but close enough-and he refused to tell me much. It seemed that nothing had progressed.

The only thing Alexander told me about was the fact that he'd arranged a dinner with his mother and Michael. It was necessary, but I wasn't looking forward to it.

By the time Saturday night arrived, I was already worn thin from the week's stress. Our opera date loomed, and while I wasn't quite in the mood, Alexander had seemed genuinely excited. I didn't want to disappoint him, so I dutifully slipped into a floor-length red gown, carefully styled my hair, and applied my makeup.

I wanted to look my best, even if my heart wasn't entirely in it.

As I was fastening a necklace and deliberating over which earrings to wear, Alexander entered the bedroom. He was dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, exuding effortless charm as usual.

"You look gorgeous," he said, approaching me with a warm smile.

I managed a weak smile in return. "Thank you."

"You don't seem excited," he observed, his brow furrowing slightly.

I shrugged, unable to muster a convincing denial. Alexander glanced over my shoulder at the open jewelry box on the vanity. "Still deciding on earrings?"

"I am," I admitted, staring down at the glittering options. Perhaps it was just my sour mood making it impossible

to choose.

"Try these," he said.

noticed he was holding a small jewelry

taking the box from him.

occasion," he replied smoothly. "I just

a stunning pair of ruby rose earrings. They sparkled brilliantly, complementing my dress perfectly. Without hesitation, I fastened them in place and admired

warmly, my tone sincere this time.

Alexander replied, his voice soft and

all week, I felt the tension in my

is waiting for us, if you're ready," Alexander said as he picked my shawl up from the back of my chair. He wrapped it gently around my shoulders, his fingers brushing

"I'm ready," I confirmed.

and together we left the apartment, descending to

downstairs.

Chapter 0268

the car pulled away, Alexander began talking animatedly about the opera. He explained that it was performed in a foreign language, so I wouldn't understand the lyrics, but assured me the

was surprised-again-that this was something Alexander was genuinely passionate about. It

suggested the opera, I assumed it was one of those polished activities he'd grown accustomed to for business purposes. But his enthusiasm told

the opera house, my mood soured as I spotted reporters and photographers gathered near

it another

sense, of course. With so much

for the election. Still, wished he had been upfront about the reason, rather than presenting

frustration and stepped out of the car with

our way toward the entrance. We paused every few steps to pose for photos, ignoring the barrage of shouted questions. Most of them were directed at Alexander, and nearly all of them revolved around

running

my face and my bright attitude as we entered the building, greeting a few other Alphas, Lunas, and high-profile individuals on our way upstairs. But with every familiar face we encountered,

beginning-but it wasn't an apology. And it certainly wasn't a date. It wasn't for me,

I sank heavily into the plush seat,

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