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

Chapter 173

As he took his seat, Dalton's initial surprise faded into quiet observation. He glanced toward the stage and immediately caught sight of Arnold. His brows furrowed slightly.

*She's not here because of him, is she?*

For some reason, that thought unsettled him.

His attention shifted back to Sarah. He watched as she remained fully engaged

with the conference, jotting down key figures, nodding slightly at points that seemed to align with her research. Her posture was upright, poised, with not the slightest indication of distraction.

And yet, Arnold....who was supposed to be focused on the event....kept glancing toward their side.

Dalton noticed it more than once.

A flicker of something....mild confusion, faint intrigue....passed through his mind.

Why was Arnold looking this way so often? And why did Sarah, in contrast, seem completely indifferent to his presence?

The contrast unsettled him.

The meeting eventually came to an end, and as attendees began gathering their things, Sarah packed up her notes methodically, wasting no time. She rose from her seat, ready to leave, her steps precise and measured.

Arnold, standing not too far away, watched her retreating figure for a few moments before he moved.

Dalton, still seated, narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched Arnold follow her. Outside the conference hall, with several executives and media figures lingering nearby, Arnold spoke in a voice loud enough to be overheard.

"It's raining outside, you'll slip easily in high heels," he remarked, his tone carrying an odd familiarity. "Be careful in a while."

way he said them made them

were

offered a polite, measured response. "Thank you for your concern. I will

civil, her voice calm. But deep inside, something in her

Last year.

they had been with a group of acquaintances at

been standing

order to keep his reputation

had never

many people, offering concern where once there

she relaxed her

the weather

she stepped onto the stone steps leading

side, not rushing ahead, not offering his hand....but staying just close

out, caught sight of the two standing

he stepped

casual....perhaps too casual. Whether intentional or not, his shoulder clipped Sarah's with enough force to

off guard, she

support. A sharp intake of breath left her lips as she braced for impact, her arm's instinctively reaching out for something....anything....to

she could hit the ground,

swiftly, catching her in one fluid motion and pulling her into his embrace. His grip was firm, unyielding, as if he had anticipated this moment before

the near fall itself. Her hands pressed against

demanded,

as if he hadn't

"Hold the umbrella steady."