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

Chapter 160

Sarah knew Alex too well to be sensitive to the hint of hesitation and reluctance in his words.

Hearing the noisy voice on the other end of his phone, Sarah asked, "Baby, where are you now?"

There was a slight pause on the other end.

Alex finally answered, "I'm at the airport, Dad asked me to ask if you wanted to come."

He couldn't hide some disappointment in his tone, he had booked a flight out with Aunt Linda, but Aunt Linda had some important work at the moment, so he had to let the maid take him out.

Dad had told him to ask mom if she wanted to come along, but......

Alex couldn't help but think, what if Auntie Linda came back from her busy day, how embarrassing it would be to bump into mom.

Sarah was silent for a moment and replied, "Mom has to stay at her

grandmother's and can't be with you, next time we have a chance, you enjoy your vacation."

Alex sighed in relief, "In that case, I'll leave you alone! Mom, I'll be back with a present for you!"

Before Sarah could say anything else, the phone was hung up impatiently.

Sarah was used to Alex's attitude and hung up the phone and went back to her breakfast.

After breakfast, she went out shopping with Alexander and his daughter, Elisa.

festive energy-families moving between stores, couples holding hands as they admired holiday displays, the scent of

street, his

golden hue on his dark hair, and the slight bounce in his steps reminded her so much

lump formed in her throat as she observed the details the soft blue sweater he wore, the familiar brand of sneakers, the small patterned

loved those

so much time carefully picking them out, making sure they were comfortable, stylish, and something

they walked through stores, watching the way his eyes would light up at a particular jacket or the way he'd insist on trying on different hats just

had cherished those moments, believing that she understood his preferences better

things had

same styles he used to adore-sweaters in his favorite colors, jackets she knew would keep him warm, sneakers that were

time, his reaction

but the excitement that used

maybe his taste had simply matured.

had

what was trending, and carefully

time, she saw

clothes still folded neatly

would overhear him excitedly showing off something *Linda* had given

me this jacket! Isn't it

picked this out for me—she said it suits me. What do you

shadow, until one day, it hit her all at once. It wasn't that she had fallen out of touch with his tastes. It wasn't

simply that **he didn't want the things she

it came from her, he would reject it. If it came from

down the bitter ache that spread through her