Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 23

Begred

Chapter 23

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I didn’t wait for he response, gently closing the door behind me.

The moment the slevator doors closed, I finally allowed myself to breathe deeply 1 waned against the cold metal wall, diváng my eyes, telug to calon my racing hert. The confrontation had drained me, but 1 twit at of pride in my performance–19 fually faced him wilaser flinching, said what I wanted to say without suppressing mysit

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Two years ago, I naively thought he would give me a real mark, make me his Tang, But now it seems that was just my one–sided fantasy

A relationship with no meaning whatsoever that was his assessment of ur marriage, 1 coidart help but smile Bitterly, my fingers unconsciously touching my still–flat abdomen. He didn’t know that inside the grew our child, the product of this meatingless relationship.

The elevator reached the design department’s floor, and the doors opened took a deep breath, pending on stat probessional, calm mask again. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on personal emotions–1 had work to do, a future to plan–for myself and for my child

I walked into the design department to find almost everyone had paused their work, curious eyes farning toward me. Wilves keen sense of smell allowed them to detect the emotional fluctuations lingering on me, despite my efforts to control them

I gave everyone a faint smile and walked straight to my workstation. These days, I’d grown accustomed to being examined with such looks- curious, suspicious, sometimes even malicious. I no longer felt uncomfortable; this was just the transition period I had to face.

“How did it go, Iris? Lisa came to my side, her voice full of concern. “I heard from the team leader that Mc. Grey called you to his office. He didn’t give you a hard time, did he?”

I looked up at her concerned expression, unsure if she genuinely cared or just wanted gossip material. Either way, I decided not to give her

much information.

“Nothing important,” I answered gently. “Just discussed some trivial matters.

Just as Lisa seemed about to press further, Beth–our team leader–walked into the office, looking somewhat excited.

Everyone, attention please,” she announced loudly. “Polaris Studio has sent over their initial drafts. Please review them carefully this afternoon. Also, there’s a collaboration dinner tonight that all designers involved in the project need to attend.”

I frowned. Social occasions, especially work–related ones, always made me uncomfortable. And Polaris Studio–where I had once worked, where I had become a renowned designer under the pseudonym “Aurora.” If the collaboration deepened, my identity would eventually be discovered.

I pondered this unexpected twist. Perhaps I should proactively tell Sebastien that I was “Aurora“? No, not yet. I needed to establish my position at Crescent Design first, build my own reputation, so that even if my identity was exposed, I’d have solid ground to stand on

The “Aurora” identity would be discovered sooner or later. Rather than passively waiting, I should prepare and face it with composure.

I turned my attention to the designs before me, immersing myself in work, temporarily forgetting other troubles. I recalled Polaris Studas’s design style–bold and innovative yet elegant, often blending natural elements with geometric shapes to create works that were both modern and profound.

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began sketching on draft paper, thinking about how to merge Crescent Design’s classical luxury with Polaris’s modern sensibility to create an entirely new style. This creative process always helped me find peace, as the world contained only me, paper, and pen.

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