Chapter 289
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Chapter 289:
“How is the room, Alpha? If the place is not satisfactory, I can have you moved at once.” Noah’s voice came through from the other end.
“No need. It’s good enough,” I said, looking out at the thickening night beyond the glass, my voice even. “I came here for quiet, not to stir up trouble and end up being bothered.”
“Understood.” After a short silence, he added dutifully, “Brinewick looks especially beautiful at night. There is a night market close to the hotel. It is a little loud, but a few of the restaurants there are known to be quite good.”
I put down my wine glass and checked the time. “Send me the location of the night market.”
Noah was clearly startled on the other end.
He had probably not forgotten how much I detested crowded places and greasy roadside stalls.
𝗠𝘰𝗋𝗲 𝘯𝗼𝘷el𝘀 𝘰𝗇 𝘨a𝗅nо𝗏𝘦𝘭𝘴.𝖼о𝘮
“Once the resort project is completed, we might think about putting up a high-end hotel here.” I offered the explanation lightly, concealing the strange unease rising inside me. “The scenery here is pleasant, and the air is good. It suits a place meant to settle the mind.”
After ending the call, I changed into a dark gray casual outfit.
Since I had come here to relax, there was no reason to keep wearing that cold and rigid suit.
I fixed my hair in front of the mirror. The man staring back at me still looked sharp and striking, but the casual clothes softened some of that oppressive edge.
When I stepped out of the room, the little girl with the pigtails was nowhere to be seen.
I let out a bitter smile and headed out into the night.
The noise of the night market surged around my ears, yet nothing in my heart responded to it.
To keep from standing out too much, I tugged my hat lower before stepping out of the car.
Even so, the natural dominance of a top Alpha, together with my height, still drew subtle and scattered looks from the people nearby.
The driver, an upbeat local werewolf, chatted nonstop the whole ride, excitedly pointing out all sorts of so-called local favorites I had to try. I bought several of them without a word, yet never took a single bite.
Every part of me recoiled at the filth.
I had no way of accepting food from a roadside stall, exposed to oil and dust, being eaten by me.
“Alpha, are you feeling too worn out? You don’t seem very well.” The driver stole a cautious look at me through the rearview mirror while driving.
“I’m used to it,” I answered in an indifferent voice and passed him the hot bags of snacks. “I’m not hungry. You can eat them.”
As I watched his delighted reaction, something in my heart, frozen for far too long, seemed to ease by the faintest degree for just a second.
But the moment I turned my head, my gaze froze.
Beyond the driver’s shoulder, I saw that little girl again.
It was still the same child from the hotel lobby.
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