The Alpha’s Hidden Heirs by Avery Rose

Chapter 301

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When I turned my head to look, I realized that every single dish on the table was one of my favorites. It made sense-after all, I had lived in this house with Wren for two years. She knew exactly what I liked.

Narrowing my eyes at the food, I shifted my gaze to Kane. "Why are you serving my favorite dishes?" I asked, suspicion lacing my voice.

Lifting a brow, I added, "Did you poison any of them?"

He remained expressionless, as if my words were nothing more than background noise.

Without responding, he calmly placed food on a plate and set it in front of me.

For a moment, memories washed over me. I had spent so many nights in this very dining room, waiting-hoping-that he would come home so I could serve him a meal like this. But he never did.

I looked away from the plate, swallowing the emotions that threatened to surface. Why couldn't I just let it go? People moved on, didn't they? So why was it so hard for me?

Determined to leave as soon as possible, I focused on my food, eating quickly.

But in my rush, a piece of food got stuck in my throat, and I started coughing. Kane immediately stood up and poured a glass of water. Without hesitation, he bent down, holding the glass close to my lips.

an image flashed in my mind-him tending to my

glass from his hands and drank

exhaled deeply. He gently patted my upper back and murmured, "You don't need to rush. Eat

a jolt through me, making

poured another glass of water and placed it beside me before

his seat.

acting as if everything between us was perfectly normal,

me scoff,

night that you were with

mid-bite. My head snapped up, and I frowned at him.

him?"

met my gaze, his voice calm and steady. "I told

My stomach dropped.

Why would you say that? Do you have any idea what my dad must

now?"

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down on the plate with a soft clink, he tilted his head slightly, confusion flickering across his face. "Why do

I shot him a glare and muttered, "It's not about me-it's about you. He must have been worried sick,