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

at the clock–it was

felt emptier than usual without Sarah’s presence, but

cup from the shelf, filled it with warm water, and poured a small amount of moonwort tea into it.

air, he took a

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thought, “She’s probably dealing with things

back.*

in Studio Starline, the

diligently at her desk, completely

given her the space she needed to think things through, and now she was back, not only ready to work

project, one that had originally been handled by

complicated piece of work that usually took him nearly a week to complete.

quiet determination, had managed to finish

leaned back in her chair,

given it her all. There was no way to

furrowing

reached the last page, his eyes widened, his

he

leaning over her desk. “Do you see any changes that need to be made?” she asked

scrolling through

incomplete,

piece of work–better than

fast, but

raised his eyebrows, looking at Sarah with renewed

you could do it. This is great. No changes