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

Chapter 93

With a sigh, Sarah turned down the hallway, passing glass–walled offices where conversations hummed

in the background.

The walls were lined with framed posters, each one a reminder of past productions and successes.

A group of Interns huddled near the editing room, whispering excitedly over a storyboard.

Just as she neared her office, a familiar voice called out.

“Sarah ! Just the woman I was looking for!”

She turned to see Leo approaching with his usual energy. He was dressed in his signature half–polished, half–casual style–his white shirt slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, tie hanging loosely around his neck. His grin was as infuriatingly smug as ever.

“What did I do this time?” Sarah asked, crossing her arms.

Leo placed a hand over his chest. “Why do you always assume the worst of me?”

“Experience.”

He laughed but then gestured toward his office. “Come on. I have something for you.”

Sarah narrowed her eyes. “If this is another prank-”

“No pranks. Just a surprise.”

With cautious curiosity, she followed him inside. As soon as she stepped in, her eyes landed on a neatly wrapped gift box sitting on his desk.

She stopped.

“What is this?” she asked, wary.

Leo smirked, leaning against the desk. “Guess.”

glanced at him, then back at the box. She stepped forward slowly, fingers hovering over the ribbon. Then, taking a breath, she reached for it.

window, casting a warm, golden hue

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surface gleamed under the light, intricate carvings of swirling clouds and mythical beasts adorning its edges.

before reaching out, her fingers brushing against the

touched the lid, a faint yet invigorating scent drifted into the air–a

time, of patience, of

the lid, and

standing beside her, watched her reaction with a

a quiet warmth, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as if pleased with himself for finding the

pot,

night of the full moon, using the rarest ingredients gathered from the mountains, and prepared by the most skilled winemaker in the tribe.” His voice carried a note of pride, but there was something else beneath it–a desire to see her

read about such a wine before, but

murmured, still processing the significance of the gift. “This is far too

tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable for a moment before he chuckled softly. “You’re already holding it,”

can’t just take this for free,” she said, shaking her head.

gift for your grandmother. My grandfather loved collecting, and he had this stored away for years.

bit her lip, torn between

so

of insincerity, but there was none. Just quiet

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pay you for it,” she said, her tone

frowned slightly. “That’s unnecessary.”

countered, just

moment–locked in an unspoken battle of wills. Finally, after a long pause, Leo exhaled through his nose and gave in with a half–smile. “Fine. But not with money.”

surprised.