Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 530

Chapter 530 The Yellow Moon Festival *Selena*

The Moonglow pack was having a big celebration of the yellow moon festival today. Everyone was there, but Eden told me to stay back at the packhouse. My job was to clean the kitchen and get things ready for breakfast tomorrow. I scrubbed the kitchen until it sparkled, putting all the kitchen tools in their proper places. I even chopped up some vegetables and got things ready for the next day if I still stayed till tomorrow.

The packhouse was super quiet and empty because everyone had gone to the party spot far away.

After completing my tasks, I retreated to my room, getting ready to perform the final task.

Just as I was about to power up my laptop, the world outside my thoughts was interrupted by a gentle yet insistent knock at my door. Surprise mingled with uncertainty as I approached. As I opened the door, the door's creaking hinges breaking the solitude that had enveloped me. Before me stood Lola, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Without a word, she embraced me. I was momentarily taken aback. My hand found its way to her back, gently caressing and conveying my comfort.

"What happened, Lola?"I spoke softly, breaking the silence in a voice laced with concern.

"Jason-he... he fought with me," she managed to say between sobs, her voice quivering with vulnerability.

Jason was Lola's mate.

"It happens, honey," I murmured, offering her reasoning. "When we love someone, we fight. But we still love them."

Her tear-stained face turned towards me, her watery eyes searching for reassurance.

"No, he doesn't love me," she replied, her voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and resignation. The vulnerability in her eyes tugged at my heartstrings. "When I told him to stay away from Sabrina, he said I couldn't order him," she continued, her voice quivering with a mix of sadness and frustration.

Male ego.

"He was angry, Lola," I said softly. "You should try to talk to him when you both calm down. Fighting isn't a solution."

struggled to balance

and I don't want to talk to him," she confessed, inhaling

a soft smile, my hand tenderly caressing her head. She was like a younger

then, don't talk to him," I

of mischief crossed my mind, a

make him jealous." A glimmer of hope danced in

said, her voice carrying a newfound lightness. "Now I am feeling better, but I won't go to the yellow moon festival

in understanding, acknowledging the depth of her emotions. "That is a really big problem," I replied, sitting

room?" Lola's question

Oh no!

No! No! No!

couldn't miss this great opportunity. But she was upset, and I could not throw her out. Pausing to gather my thoughts, I replied, "Okay, but I have to go and clean Luna Avery's room. So I have to go for half an hour." I shrugged, trying to sound casual while my mind whirred with calculations.

her to come with me.. Thinking on my feet, I quickly fabricated

like everyone to enter her room," I explained,

trouble, so I will let you go and do your work. Come back fast, and we can have a girl's night," she suggested with a warm

grateful

As she

on her phone, I seized the opportunity. Sneakily, I concealed the laptop under my clothes. The timing seemed almost serendipitous; it was as if the stars were aligned in my favor. Eden's instructions had confined me to

toward the data room. It was that time again-the changing

inserted the key into the lock

room's heavy door swung. open, revealing a realm of secrets and possibilities. I stepped inside, the cold air

seemed

otherworldly energy.

keyboard with practiced ease. This was the culmination of countless hours spent crafting and refining a program designed for this very task. As the code began to execute, a flicker of anticipation lit

unexpected roadblock, halted by an inbuilt countermeasure. It was as if an invisible hand had intervened, thwarting my efforts. My brow furrowed in frustration, and a sense of unease crept over me. I had

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