Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 67

Alexander stepped out of the car, his tall commanding frame moving with a fluidity that only increased his unapproachable. aura. Cold, distant, and untouchable, he was as always-a man cut from stone and wrapped around divinity. The sharp scent of alcohol wafted to her as he passed, without so much as a look in her direction, his shoes clicking rhythmically against the floor

"Alexander," Annie called, spinning on her heels to follow him inside. The joy and excitement that had filled her heart since the evening began to waver under the weight of his indifference I've been waiting for you." He didn't stop, his pace steady, his broad shoulders rigid.

"I prepared your supper," she added, quickening her steps to keep up. The silence between them was unbearable, pressing against her like a suffocating weight

"I'm not hungry. Annie," he said flatly, his voice slurred slightly but tinged with something deeper-sadness. He didn't even bother to look back at her as he made his way to the living room

Annie let out a heavy sigh, frustration mingling with disappointment. She quickened her pace, determined to get his attention. "I need to talk to you about the Aurora Honors," she sail, her voice sharper now.

Alexander stopped, momentarily, his shoulders tightening. He turned his head to the side, and his eyes clouded with alcohol. "What else is there now to talk about? Your clothes have been tailored with one of the best stylists and makeup artist has been paid in advance and every little thing on your list has been ticked off

different," she said, instantly softening, imploring. I'm sure you've heard

it onto the coffee table with a careless flick of his wrist.

card. Her pride wouldn't let her. It's not just about the dress, Alexander, she said, her tone firmer

her secret security team was keeping an eye on her children, who were in different departments and on different floors of the hospital, Emma stepped outside. The warm breeze greeted her, but it did little to soothe the nervous energy humming beneath her skin. She spotted Jaden leaning casually against his sleek sports car, the metallic sheen of the vehicle glinting under the sun. His smile was effortless, his appeal irresistible as he stepped forward to open the door for her with all the grace of a storybook gentleman. "Morning, ma'am," he teased, his voice light yet laced with a warmth that did flutter her heart. He stared at her as if he was seeing her for the first time, and the rush of heat across her cheeks

around to the driver's side to hop in. He revved the engine with confident smirk on his face, and without any hesitation, they sped out of the parking lot.

softly, leaning back in her seat. When was the last time I felt like this? she wondered. She couldn't remember the last tirpe she'd sat in a car with loud music blaring, with the wind in her hair and a man next to her. Sure,

her head to the beat of the music. Jaden glanced over at her, his eyes catching the way she moved, and he blushes a faint pink spreading

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awe and a little trepidation as they pulled up in front of one of the most renowned fashion houses in the world. She stepped out of the car, her heels clicking against the pavement as she took in the grandeur of the boutique. The window displays themselves were masterpieces, each piece of clothing even more