Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 268

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Jealousy Alpha Regret

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I couldn’t help the bites smile That uvisted my lips. Was this delibere? Another one of his mind games? Or did he not seen remeber phas Brant to me?

What Schattien asked, noticing my expression, his eyes narrowing slightly.

‘Nothing. I replied, the word sharp with sarcasm I didn’t bother hiding. The past was the past, and I didn’t need to give him the satisfanting place still bothered me.

He studied me for a moment longer, his eyes intense as if trying to read my thoughts. I kept my face carefully blank, but I wondered if he could see my emotions anyway werewolves were sensitive to changes in scent, and my pregnancy had only heightened my own senses. Could he smell the bitter hurt that still lingered underneath my practiced indifference?

Inside, a hostess led us to a private table near the back, tucked away in a corner that offered an illusion of privacy. The restaurant hummed with quiet conversation and the gentle clink of silverware against fine china. Warm lighting cast a golden glow over everything, designed to flatter and seduce

Sebastien moved to pull out my chair, his hand brushing the small of my back. I sidestepped him smoothly and seated myself, ignoring the flash of disappointment that crossed his face.

“Don’t,” I said quietly when he tried to help. I needed to keep my guard up, to remember all the nights I’d cried myself to sleep because of this man. His sudden attentiveness couldn’t erase years of cold indifference. I wouldn’t let myself be fooled again.

The waiter arrived with menus, and I watched Sebastien order a selection of appetizers-all dishes I used to love. The truffle risotto I’d once called my favorite, the seafood platter we’d shared on rare good evenings. My traitorous heart gave a little lurch at the realization that he still remembered my preferences after all this time..

To counter this unwelcome feeling, I deliberately selected several expensive/items I knew I disliked, including a carrot-based salad that cost nearly fifty

dollars. The slight furrow between Sebastien’s brows told me he’d noticed./

“You hate carrots,” he said after the waiter left, his voice low and intimate in the space between us. “You’ve always said they taste like dirt.”

“Mr. Grey,” I replied coolly, smoothing my napkin across my lap, “what kind of relationship do you think we have that requires me to explain my changing

tastes to you?”

uspiciously

His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, but his eyes-those damn expressive eyes-showed a flash of something that looked suspiciously like hurt. Good. Let

him feel a fraction of what I’d felt all these years.

I scanned the restaurant, noting its tasteful décor and soft lighting, designed to create an intimate atmosphere. Several other couples sat at nearby tables, games Sebastien lost in their own worlds. How many of them were hiding secrets and pain behind their smiles? How many were playing the same kinds of

and I had mastered?

Throughout the meal, I kept waiting for him to bring up the pregnancy. It was the whole reason we were here, wasn’t it? Yet he never mentioned it. Instead, he asked about my designs, commented on the food, and even inquired about Jack Lowell’s health with seeming sincerity.

I pushed the carrot salad around my plate, taking an occasional bite just to maintain the pretense. The food tasted like nothing in my mouth, my appetite diminished by the swirling emotions and morning sickness that still hadn’t completely faded.

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Chapter 268

** we really hot. Sebastien? I finally asked, setting down my fork with a soft clink against fine china.

“To talk, he replied simply, his eyes never leaving my face. I noticed he’d barely touched his own food.

About the baby?” I pressed, keeping my voice low enough that nearby diners wouldn’t overhear.

His eyes never left mine, but something in them softened, the hard gray warming slightly. “Is that all you think I care about?”

The question caught me off guard. What game was he playing now? I studied him carefully, noticing the way his gaze lingered on my face with an almost tender expression I hadn’t seen in years. It reminded me painfully of the early days, before our marriage became a cold business arrangement, when I’d believed he might actually care for me.

“What else would you care about?” I asked carefully, my fingers tightening around my water glass.

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