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.

his desk,

glanced at the clock–it was

without Sarah’s presence, but he had work to

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

the air, he took

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probably

back.*

the atmosphere was

was there, working diligently at her desk, completely immersed in

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

had taken on a large project, one that had

of work that usually took him nearly a week

her quiet determination, had managed to finish it

“send” and forwarded the completed work to her colleague Maks, she leaned back in her chair, her

was no way to know how her coworkers would react,

brow furrowing

he reached the last page, his

all done?” he

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

blinked, quickly scrolling through the

had expected something rushed, something incomplete, perhaps a mistake here or

a polished, professional piece of work–better than what Drew usually

was fast, but

at Sarah with renewed

didn’t think you could do it. This is great. No