The Alpha’s Hidden Heirs by Avery Rose

< The Alpha’s Hidden Heus

Chapter 352

I turned just in time to see Kane pulling clothes from the closet before heading toward the bathroom. Letting out a sigh, I walked over to the closet and began placing my own clothes inside.

A short while later, the sound of the bathroom door opening caught my attention. I turned to see Kane stepping out, now dressed casually.

He had on gray sweatpants and a black t–shirt, a sight I hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. It was strange–almost unfamiliar to see him in such laid–back attire,

With a towel draped over his head, he ran it through his damp hair as he made his way to the dressing table. He stood in front of the mirror, wiping away the excess moisture.

I couldn’t help but wonder when he’d started caring so much about his appearance. He was never the type to obsess over his reflection. In the past, he was always buried in work, rarely making it home, let alone spending time in front of a mirror.

“Am I so good–looking that you just can’t take your eyes off me?”

His arrogant remark snapped me out of my thoughts. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

“Oh, please. My boyfriend is way more handsome than your ugly face.”

The towel in his hands suddenly stilled. He turned his head toward me, his expression unreadable.

more handsome than me? That’s

let out a dramatic sigh and rolled his eyes before continuing to dry his hair. I couldn’t help

him of. But looks alone didn’t make a man

other women, but to me, my

and that was

I only smirked before grabbing a dress and a towel. Without another word, I turned on my heel and disappeared

a long nightgown and stepped back into the bedroom, only to

empty.

glance at the clock told me it was getting late–almost time

echoed from outside. It sounded as if dishes were being shattered,

through me.

hesitation, I rushed toward the door, heart pounding

I was met with an entirely different

alongside Kane, all three of them engaged in

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activity.

tapping their spoons against their plates, creating a rhythmic clatter.