Bought By The Ruthless Alpha King (Ruby) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138 Gift and Refusal

Chapter 138: Gift and Refusal

Ruby’s POV

“Excuse me, servant, who sent all of these?”

The moment I stepped out of my room, I was greeted by a collection of gifts and flower bouquets in a variety of colors. My jaw dropped as I was flooded with all these presents, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Every single one of them was something I loved. I touched the white petals of a lily, its scent instantly filling my with the sweet essence of its nectar. The servant bowed in greeting. “Good morning, Lady Torrance. I merely received all these gifts from a courier. When I asked about the sender’s identity, the courier said he didn’t know.”

“How strange,” I murmured.

My brows furrowed as I examined all the gift boxes. I had no idea who would willingly spend so much money to send all of this. And I only had a handful of people close to me.

A feeling of unease crept over me. Was this some kind of joke?

“Would you like me to dispose of them or perhaps store them in your room, my lady?” the servant asked suddenly.

I nodded, still staring at the mountain of gifts.

“Yes, please. Just move everything to my room. I’ll try to find out who the sender is. Thank you,” I replied.

“As you wish, my lady.”

The items were finally brought upstairs. Fortunately, the twins were still asleep. Otherwise, they would’ve sat on the floor all day tearing open the presents and refusing to go to school. That was the last thing I wanted.

“Who could’ve sent them?”

Moments later, a realization struck me. There was one person who might’ve sent all those gifts. My face went pale. No, that couldn’t be. Why would that person do such a thing?

There was no connection between us anymore. Besides, I was still in mourning. Shaking off the thought, I began to think about how to start this Monday with the twins.

Month after month passed, and my heart still ached. But it no longer consumed me the way it did in the early days of losing my mate.

It’s been a year since Mikael left this world, and painfully life insisted on moving forward. The twins, Anna and Alice, started elementary school last month, and each morning felt like a quiet little victory when we managed to get out the door.

I’m proud of them. They’re tougher than I imagined. Anna even no longer cries when visiting her father’s grave. “Mom, look! I tied my shoes by myself!”

Anna announced this morning, grinning, her tongue sticking out from between her teeth with intense focus. “Really? That’s amazing, sweetheart.”

I squatted down and high–fived her, ignoring the lump that always forms in my throat when Mikael’s absence pulls at me

during these little milestones. He should be here for this.

Alice, who’s always calmer, tugged at the sleeve of my shirt.

“I drew Dad in class yesterday, mom.”

My eyes softened when I heard that. “Can I see it when you get home, sweetheart?”

“Of course!”

A smile spread across her little face as she slipped her tiny hand into mine.

And then there’s Elias Torrance, now a six–month–old baby boy. He looks so much like his father. His pale blue eyes follow me around the room, as if he knows what I carry.

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He babbles and kicks when he sees his sisters, laughing as they make silly faces. Sometimes, I swear I see Mika on his face. I can already imagine what my little boy will be like when he grows up. He’s definitely going to be a miniature version of Mikael.

After dropping the twins off at school, I took Elias for a walk around the city. The autumn air felt fresh, and the leaves were beginning to turn gold and red. I was adjusting to this new rushed mornings, school runs, bottles, and the silence

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in between.

I was folding laundry when my phone rang. The contact name that appeared was Leonidas.

A message popped up on the screen.

“Ros, the café in the square. 2 PM today. Don’t argue. – Leo”

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“Yes, I turned it down.”

Leonidas watched me for a moment. “Alright. I understand. I don’t agree because to me it’s an opportunity. But I understand our mindsets are different.”