Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

“Isn’t there chocolate in the pantry?” Alastor’s deep voice inquired, his demeanor seemingly unaffected.

However, it carried an intentional air of nonchalance.

The janitor cleaned the pantry this morning and threw away all of the chocolates and candies. The new stock hasn’t arrived yet. Felicia’s starving. Since you’re having breakfast here, Mr. Lopez, would you mind letting Felicia join in for a few bites?” the assistant whispered, casting a deliberate glance at Anastasia before asking, “Mrs. Lopez, you wouldn’t mind, would you?”

“I don’t mind.” Anastasia stated politely, her words cloaked in euphemism. “But I woke up at six in the morning to prepare this soup specifically for Alastor.”

Anastasia subtly presented the choice to Alastor.

Before Alastor could respond, Felicia took it upon herself to enter the office.

“Go ahead and take some.” Alastor’s tone retained its depth as he spoke to Felicia, his gaze carrying a subtle warning. “Just remember to have your breakfast before coming to work.”

It was clear that he was cautioning Felicia not to play such tricks in front of Anastasia.

Anastasia understood well that Alastor’s current reluctance to seek a divorce stemmed from her lack of transgressions in. their marriage up to this point.

drink some water.” Felicia looked

temperature to an exact 100 degrees Fahrenheit and

as he knew

you, Alastor,” Felicia responded coquettishly as she shot provocative glances at Anastasia. “But… wouldn’t Anastasia be upset if I ate the breakfast she made especially

Anastasia sneered.

wouldn’t mind. She’s very understanding.” Alastor responded, giving credit to

relieved to hear that.” Felicia smiled as she picked up a spoon and sipped the mushroom soup, also

across Felicia’s face. Instantly, her

managed to utter, her voice

to Felicia as he detected her distress. “What’s wrong?” he questioned, a note of panic creeping

tone.

Bring me my medicine.

contorted in panic. He urgently called to his assistant,

that Alastor was referring to Felicia’s asthma medication.

was in it?” Despite her face turning red, Felicia still managed

“Alastor, what’s

accusatory undertone, though he was oblivious to the hostile attitude he was displaying in the

a buzzing sound in her ears. “I prepared the mushroom soup as usual, and for the salad dressing, I used peanut