Sarah’s jaw tightened. She turned away slightly, the tension in her posture barely visible except to those who knew her well.
“I have something going on tonight,” she said quietly.
She didn’t tell him the truth. That she was no longer bound to Lancelot Manor. That this was the beginning of the separation neither of them had spoken about yet.
She didn’t need to.
Alex’s small hands clenched into fists at his sides. His lips pressed together, forcing himself to nod. “Okay,” he murmured, but there was no mistaking the sadness in his voice.
Sarah didn’t let herself look at him any longer. If she did, guilt would take root—and she couldn’t afford that.
She turned away before it could.
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The Next Day :
By afternoon, Sarah had immersed herself in work, returning to STARLINE studio. The modern office hummed with quiet efficiency—keyboards clacked, muted conversations filled the air, and the faint aroma of fresh coffee lingered.
Cole had arrived with his core team, ready for their scheduled meeting. His presence had become a steady source of relief for her lately. His efficiency and calm demeanor had lifted some of the burden off her shoulders, allowing her to focus on the tasks that required her full attention.
They were deep in discussion over final adjustments to an upcoming project when Cole’s phone buzzed.
After saying sorry to Sarah, Cole went outside and picked up the phone.
Arnold’s voice came through, steady and direct. “My father is back and will be home for dinner tonight, so I’m going to need to trouble you to look after me a little more with some work.”
Cole understood that whenever Adrian returned to the Silvermoon Pack, a family gathering was held in Arnold's family.
Arnold would be too busy socializing with the elite werewolves in the various packs to have much time to concern himself with business matters these days.
Cole’s lips pressed into a thin line.. After a brief pause, he exhaled and responded, “Good.”
Just moments after he said yes, a thought suddenly rose in his mind: so, is Sarah going to the party today?
When Cole finally returned, something about his expression had shifted. It was subtle, —the way his brows drew together slightly, the way his fingers tapped against the side of his phone in quiet thought.
How to say .....
He pondered for a moment, resting his gaze on Sarah, as if he had already figured out what to ask her.
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