Alpha's Regret, Begging My Convict Luna Back novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

Aria’s POV

Ethan’s voice died in his throat.

Collins didn’t wait for explanations. He stepped toward me, bowing slightly, his tone respectful.

“Luna Aria, it’s too crowded out here. Please, go inside.”

The gate opened instantly.

Without another glance at Sophia or her friend, I straightened my back and walked in with my head held

high.

The moment I crossed the threshold, the gate shut behind me, restoring order outside.

Hemsworth Villa was massive, one part was our home, one part was like a kingdom. Besides the building Nathan and I lived in, there were ballrooms, lounges, galleries. Tonight, they’d opened most of

them.

From the second-floor window, I watched guests swirl like colorful insects below. I held my phone, still listening to the warm voice speaking in that rare language few in this country could understand.

“So, did you receive it?” the voice asked.

“Yes,” I replied softly in the same language. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. But when will you come back? I’ve been sleeping terribly lately.”

A small smile tugged at my lips.

“When I finish what I need to do.”

Their reluctant sigh told me they hated that answer.

When the call ended, I looked down at Sophia again. She was on the lawn playing hostess, smiling, glowing, practically basking in the attention.

My wolf snorted… Let her shine.

I turned to the bed.

The gown was laid out perfectly, looking exquisite and luxurious. It was the kind that never failed to

make a statement.

A knock suddenly echoed through the room.

My heart lurched, and I yanked a blanket over the gown in one swift motion. The gust of movement made Lana squeal and clap happily in her baby chair.

“Shh,” I murmured, smoothing her hair quickly before checking the room.

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Everything looked normal. I walked towards the door and opened it.

Nathan stood outside.

His eyes immediately swept the room behind me, searching for something. Maybe expecting a mess, or evidence, or who knows. He found nothing, and I watched the suspicion drain from his expression

“The villa is hosting a celebration for Sophia,” he said formally. “As my wife, it would be inappropriate for you not to attend.”

His voice was steady, but I saw the hesitation flicker in his eyes. The uncertainty the pain.

He swallowed and pressed his lips together.

“If you really don’t want to go… then don’t bother.”

The words sounded like they cost him something. Then he turned.

He barely took two steps before my soft, mocking laugh slipped out.

“Who said I didn’t want to?”

He stiffened and turned slowly.

I met his eyes. “As the hostess, it would indeed be rude not to attend.”

A cold smile curled my lips and I closed the door.

And through it, I let my final words land like the tip of a claw:

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