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.

sighed, pushing away from his desk,

the clock–it was

emptier than usual without Sarah’s presence, but he had work to do.

warm water, and poured a small amount of moonwort tea

took a sip, his thoughts lingering on

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time, he thought, “She’s probably

back.*

in Studio Starline, the atmosphere was different.

was there, working diligently at her desk, completely immersed

to think things through, and now she was back, not only ready to work but cager

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

piece of work that usually took him nearly a week

in her quiet determination, had managed to finish it in record time.

leaned back in

it her all. There was no way to know

opened the file, his brow furrowing as he

reached the last page, his eyes widened, his jaw dropping

all done?” he stammered, disbelief

see any

blinked, quickly scrolling through

rushed, something incomplete, perhaps a mistake

he saw was a polished, professional piece of work–better than what Drew usually turned in.

fast, but it

his eyebrows, looking at Sarah

didn’t think you could do it. This