Chapter 39
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Chapter 39:
I could feel the bond between us growing weaker. That creeping distance unsettled me more than anything ever had.
“Idiot! Self-righteous bastard!” Arthur exploded inside my head without warning. I could feel him moving restlessly in the depths of my mind, as though he wanted to tear through me and rip apart the mask I was wearing. “She’s your mate! The one fate gave you! And you’re doubting her over that woman? You’re the one hurting her!”
My irritation spiked, and I gave a cold, silent scoff as I used my Alpha will to force Arthur back into silence.
I knew I was right. I was only choosing the most sensible course.
𝗙𝘰𝗹𝗅о𝘄 𝘂s 𝘰ո 𝘨𝗮𝗅nо𝗏e𝘭s.с𝘰𝘮
“My grandmother asked us to have dinner with her tonight.” I finally spoke once we were done eating.
Lianne gave a small nod and answered simply, “Okay.”
I knew Harold had most likely already heard that Ivy and I were trending online, and he had clearly waited until I returned from my business trip so he could speak to me face-to-face.
After work, I brought Lianne back to the Voss estate.
Beneath the night sky, the old mansion looked grave and weighed down by strain.
The second Harold saw us, he did not even look at me. He walked straight over to Lianne, took her hand, and asked with open concern about her injured ankle.
“It’s already better. See?” Lianne smiled and spun lightly in place. Her smile was bright, livelier than I had ever seen it at home.
Rola was occupied in the kitchen, and the full, savory scent of soup drifted through the house.
Harold was in an excellent mood and pulled Lianne into a game of chess in the living room.
I ended up alone at the side with a glass of red wine in my hand, watching them bend over the board in silence.
As Lianne tipped her head down to think, a few loose strands slipped by her ear, and the light cast a gentle glow across her face.
In that instant, something fierce and strange flared in me, a sharp flicker of envy, almost jealousy.
In this house, she looked as though she belonged here more than I ever had.
I found myself wondering whether, if we truly severed our bond next Monday, she would ever step into this house again.
It was not until after eight that Lianne quietly said she was hungry. Only then did Rola emerge with a smile, carrying out a large pot of soup.
“Here, I’ve had this simmering for five hours just for you, Lianne. Eat some.” Rola happily ladled a generous bowl for Lianne.
But the second the rich scent reached Lianne, the smile disappeared from her face, and all the color drained out of her. She covered her mouth with one hand and rushed straight to the bathroom without saying a word.
A second later, the sound of harsh retching came from inside.
I went rigid and nearly let the wine glass slip from my hand.
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