Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Chapter 172 - How did you even know her size?

Corvine looked like he had already given up trying to understand any of it.

"He also brought you a dress," he added, sounding tired already. "And judging from the look on his face, I don’t think he plans on leaving until you let him in."

Seraphine’s jaw dropped completely but it didn’t take long for her to pull herself together, the initial shock fading fast as her mind snapped back into focus, her instincts kicking in the way they always did when things started slipping out of her control.

"Wait a second," she said, lifting a hand slightly as if she could pause everything around her. "I’m already dressed. Just tell him that."

Her tone carried confidence, a quiet finality, like the decision had already been made.

But before Corvine could even respond, another voice cut in, firm, controlled, leaving no room for argument. "I’ll handle it."

Seraphine turned immediately, her body reacted before her thoughts could catch up, tension creeping into her shoulders the moment her eyes landed on him.

"Voren," she said, her voice tightening just a little, "you can’t just walk into my room like this."

But he didn’t respond right away.

He studied her a piece of art, his gaze moving over her outfit, her posture, every detail, like he was silently picking it apart piece by piece.

That alone made something uneasy settle in her chest. "Wrong outfit," he said after a moment, his tone flat, analytical. "Wrong accessories."

Then, as if she wasn’t enough to critique, his attention wandered.

His eyes moved across the room, taking in the massive monitors, the layered tech setup, the cables, the glowing interfaces, everything that turned the space into something closer to a command center than a bedroom.

"Is this a room," he muttered, almost to himself, "or a server?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Corvine let out a small laugh from the side, clearly entertained. "She works here most of the time," he explained. "Soon it’ll be half here, half her office."

Voren gave a small nod, like that confirmed something he had already suspected.

Seraphine didn’t fit into any simple category.

There was nothing traditionally soft about her choices, nothing predictable, or easy to define, and for a brief second, something thoughtful passed through his expression, like he was recalibrating whatever image he had built of her before.

Then he moved.

He set down the items he had brought, pulling them out one by one, and Seraphine found herself watching him despite her irritation, noticing things she hadn’t paid attention to before.

He looked different from the last time she saw him, more put together.

Calm in a way that felt controlled rather than distant, dressed in semi-formal clothes that fit him well enough to make the whole look feel intentional without trying too hard.

There was something that made him harder to ignore. "You’re wearing this," he said, tossing a dress toward her without warning. "I’ll handle the devices after."

Seraphine caught it on instinct, her fingers tightening around the fabric as she glanced down at it, quickly taking in the cut, the material, the obvious intent behind it.

Then she looked back up at him and tossed it right back. "Not happening," she said flatly. "I like what I’m wearing. It’s comfortable, and—"

"Elegant," Voren cut in smoothly, finishing her sentence without hesitation.

Then his expression hardened. "Santiago doesn’t care about elegance," he continued, his voice steady but firm. "You’re not going in there to impress him with taste. You need access. And for that, you use what gets his attention."

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