The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 199

Side Story 37-1

Clara

Clain

Once we reached outside, Mr. Wallace bowed his head low, worry flickering in his eyes. “I just hope I’m not in any sort of trouble,” he murmured, his voice uneasy.

“Oh no, Mr. Wallace,” I assured him with a small smile. “Get home safe. And please send my

regards to your mate and your child.”

He bowed again before turning away, relief softening his shoulders as he headed off.

I let out a long sigh.

Honestly… Abel’s jealousy was exactly what I needed today.

Sorry, Mr Wallace-you were the perfect tool for it.

But when I turned around, there he was.

Abel.

Standing just a few feet away, watching me with that unreadable expression. And yet… he kept his distance. Why? Was he still avoiding me? Still holding himself back when he wants me close to

him.

“Um, I guess I’ll excuse you,” Randy said quickly, taking a step back.

I snapped my head toward him. “Oh no. I have a meeting with Elder Marc. There’s no need for you

to leave.”

And it was true-I really did have a meeting with Marc. The man had taken a strange liking to me lately. But I still had at least an hour before the appointment.

“Leave.”

Abel’s voice cut sharply through the air, and it was very clear who he was talking to.

Randy, wearing a wide grin-as if this was the best entertainment he’d seen all day-practically sprinted away.

“I see you’re close with your lecturer,” Abel said, stepping up beside me.

“Oh, please, let’s not start that,” I countered immediately, exhaustion lacing my words. “I’m already tired and should rest, Marc is on his way.”

He stopped directly in front of me now, blocking my path, his eyes fixed on mine.

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Without warning, he reached out and took my hand, fingers firm yet warm around mine, and started walking me back toward the main house.

“Marc is my subordinate,” he said calmly. “He can wait for you.”

Before I knew it, we were inside, heading straight for his office.

His office, really?

“First, I need to speak with you,” he said, closing the door behind us.

A smile slowly tugged at the corners of my mouth.

Finally,

After two months of avoiding me… he finally wanted to talk.

“About what?” I asked, my tone lazy, pretending to be uninterested.

“How much do the Sinclairs hate you?” he said.

That caught me completely off guard. My face instantly tightened back to neutral as I lifted a brow at him. “Hate? Well, that’s a strong word. I wouldn’t call it that.”

Why was he suddenly bringing up the Sinclairs? Something was definitely off.

“In this context, it’s not strong at all,” he replied, his eyes drilling into mine. “Do you know how many people he’s sent to kill you?”

The words hit me like a slap, but I didn’t let it show. Years of learning to bury my emotions came in

handy.

“Oh? Is that so?” I asked calmly. “How many?”

“Three,” Abel said with a long exhale.

“Well, for one, he doesn’t have the balls for that. If anything, Sinclair hates trouble. He’d rather avoid a fight than start one. So I doubt he acted alone,” I said. And it was true-Sinclair was a weak wolf,

which was why he hid in office work.

“And you know him too well?” Abel asked, brows dipping.

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