Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 93

Silver’s POV

I wasn’t expecting to see Shirley standing in the middle of the palace foyer, especially so late at night. I looked around, expecting to see Elliot as well before my eyes shifted back to Shirley’s. She watched me like I was her prey, making me uncomfortable.

My heart was hammering in my chest and there was a large part of me that wanted to take a step out of the front door and not look back. But another part of me wanted to show her that she couldn’t bully me. I had come to welcome this place as my home, and I was exhausted. I just wanted to go to bed. The sooner I can get Shirley out of here, the better.

I kept stealing glances around, hoping Elliot would just appear so I could slip away. But no such luck.

“If you are looking for Elliot, he isn’t here,” she said, folding her arms across her chest. It was the first time she had spoken since I arrived and that felt like forever ago. “But he told me he’ll be back.”

My stomach knotted; so, Elliot knew Shirley was here and he was returning to her. Did he want me to sleep elsewhere tonight so he could sleep with his girlfriend? The thought made me nauseated. He hadn’t mentioned anything to be about it, nor has he tried to reach me since I’ve spoken to him this morning.

I decided to just play nice and plaster a smile on my lips.

“Can I help you with something, Shirley?” I asked with the most upbeat tone I could muster.

She smirked.

“Yes, actually. I was hoping we could chat. Just us girls,” she said with her own fake upbeat tone.

“Chat about what exactly?”

“Come into the parlor with me. I’ll have one of the maids get us some wine and we can talk.” She didn’t wait for me to respond; she spun around on her heel and started to walk toward the parlor.

I sighed and followed after her. By the time I reached the parlor, she was already seated and speaking to one of the maids.

“Right away, Alpha. I’ll bring the wine to you in just a moment,” the maid said, bowing before retreating from the room.

Shirly looked at me and then motioned for the loveseat beside the couch she was sitting on. Clearly, she didn’t want to sit near me; or maybe she thought I didn’t want to sit near her. Either or, I wasn’t going to complain.

We sat in awkward silence until the maid returned with the wine. Without saying, “Thank you,” Shirley dismissed her with just her hand. I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes at her. I took a sip of the wine and sat back in the seat, trying to steady my racing heart and keep my indifferent composure.