My Professor Is My Alpha Mate (Lila) novel Chapter 200

Lila’s POV

“Marry me?!” Enzo’s shock was heavy in the air, and I instantly felt warm.

Did I misunderstand him?

No. I saw the ring. He was planning on proposing to me. He can’t pretend that he wasn’t. But he was looking at me like I had just grown another head.

What was wrong?

“I’m sorry…” I said to him, lowering my gaze.

Maybe he was just upset that I rejected his proposal. It’s not that I don’t want to marry him; I would like nothing more. But I wanted to finish school first. I was only 18 and there were things I needed to finish before I became the Luna of his pack.

I thought he knew and understood this. I suddenly felt very small in my chair.

“You thought I was going to propose to you?” He asked, still staring at me with such shock on his face.

I met his eyes, confused by his statement.

“Yes,” I answered, narrowing my eyes at him. “Don’t pretend you weren’t going to. I saw the ring on your nightstand.”

“The ri—” His voice trailed away as a memory flashed through his eyes and then to my amazement, he laughed.

My face instantly warmed as he laughed at me. I pressed my lips firmly together; it was taking everything I had not to lose it on him.

What the hell was he laughing at?

“Lila, you misunderstood,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“I misunderstood the wedding ring on your nightstand?” I asked, staring at him with a blank expression.

He nodded as he continued to chuckle. It almost looked like a nervous reaction.

I had enough of this; I was angry and humiliated, and he was laughing at me. I stood up, grabbing my purse in the process.

“I’ll be leaving now,” I said in a low and annoyed tone.

“Wait no,” he said, suddenly very serious as he stood to his feet. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. Please sit down.”

I stood my ground, still very angry.

“I really didn’t mean to laugh like that like, Lila. It was just a nervous tick…” he said with sincerity. “I’m so sorry. Please…”

After a moment longer I sighed and lowered myself back into my seat. He did the same thing, keeping his eyes on mine.

“But there was a misunderstanding,” he continued. “I’m not going to propose to you. At least not yet. We talked about this before, and I agreed to let you finish school before I make you my wife and the Luna of my pack. That hasn’t changed and I’d never force you to do otherwise.”

I stared at him, fighting to keep my mouth from hanging open.

“Then why do you have a wedding ring?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer. I can’t imagine the reasoning behind the ring is good. Did it belong to a former girlfriend? He’s never mentioned having a girlfriend he loved enough to propose to.

In fact, I know he never wanted to settle down like that.