Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception

Chapter 63

Arnold sat at his desk, staring at the flickering screen of his computer.

The office was quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of papers and the soft hum of air conditioning.

His fingers drummed absentmindedly on the edge of his mug as he reflected on what had happened a week ago.

Sarah had walked into his office, her face flushed with frustration.

She had been struggling with her workload, feeling overwhelmed, and Arnold, in a moment of impatience, had suggested that maybe she should just quit if she couldn’t handle the pressure.

At the time, it seemed like the right thing to say.

It was supposed to be a push, a way of motivating her.

But now, with the silence in the office, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d pushed too far.

He hadn’t heard from Sarah since then.

A week had passed, and while Arnold had assumed she would return to work by now, there had been no sign of her.

He’d almost convinced himself that it was just a temporary tantrum, a flare–up of emotions that would settle in due time.

But deep down, he wasn’t entirely sure.

The thought that she might not come back gnawed at him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to leave–it was more that he hadn’t really expected her to go.

pushing away from his

the

felt emptier than usual without Sarah’s presence, but he had work

filled it with warm water, and poured a small amount of

took a sip, his thoughts lingering

Chapter 63

taking her time, he thought, “She’s probably

back.*

in Studio Starline, the atmosphere was

was there, working diligently at her desk, completely

space she needed to think things through, and now she was back, not only ready to work but cager to prove herself.

taken on a large project, one that had originally been handled

that usually took him

managed to finish it in

forwarded the completed work to her colleague Maks, she leaned back in her chair, her eyes closing for

all. There was no way to know how her

his brow furrowing as

page, his eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly.

you got it all done?” he stammered, disbelief in

see any changes

scrolling through the

expected something rushed, something incomplete, perhaps a mistake here

professional piece of work–better than

was fast, but it was flawless.

at Sarah with

didn’t think you could do it. This is