Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 287

His hair was brushed back and secured with a simple silver circlet, and a finely worked belt rested at his waist.

He'd tried on at least ten outfits to choose this one. He'd spent almost two hours on it.

He knew he was handsome, so he'd even applied a thin layer of powder to brighten his complexion, more alluring, more polished.

Alaric's mouth tipped up. She won't be able to take her eyes off me.

He finished his bow and looked up at Elowen.

What he saw wasn't admiration.

Elowen's expression was flat. She looked at him the way she might look at a robot.

Alaric's confidence faltered.

Is the robe wrong? Is the powder too much? Is the hairpiece crooked?

Elowen only looked at him twice before turning her eyes away.

He was, objectively, striking, tall, well-built, handsome. He stood there and drew attention without trying.

If this had been the past, before Elowen's heart had finally gone quiet, she would've been flustered, her gaze stuck on him.

But she'd looked at Cassian long enough. She'd seen Cassian stand again when his legs improved, straight-backed and steady.

Beside that, Alaric seemed rather unimpressive. To be perfectly honest, he didn't even come close to Cassian.

Elowen started walking into the manor grounds.

Alaric quickened his pace to follow. "Running into you here really is fate."

Elowen gave him a lukewarm hum and kept going.

"I have something to say," Alaric pressed.

"We don't," Elowen said coolly, "have much to talk about."

Alaric's frustration surged. He went straight for it. "I know Cassian keeps a woman outside the manor."

Elowen stopped dead.

She turned, brows knitting. Her expression went complicated in an instant.

Alaric caught the shift and smiled, barely. He glanced back.

Tristan stepped forward and offered an elegant food box.

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