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

said, instantly softening, imploring. I'm sure you've heard about the CEO of W2 HOLDINGS making an appearance at the event. That changes everything. I need to look my

black card, slapping it onto the coffee table with a careless flick of his wrist. "Take it. Get

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

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

door with a flourish, walking around to the driver's side to hop in. He revved the engine with confident smirk on his face, and without any

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, Brandon often drove her and the kids, but those moments were practical, mature, and filled with the gentle monotony of family

energy was infectious, and soon enough. Emma found herself nodding her head to the beat of the music. Jaden glanced over at her, his eyes catching the way she moved, and he

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She stepped out of the car, her heels clicking against the pavement as she took