The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 25

Chapter 16: Hidden Feelings and Gentle Surprises–2

“Sleep early. Good night.” Without waiting for my reply, he turned and ascended the stairs in

haste.

I didn’t notice his subtle turmoil. I lowered my head, sipping the tea slowly, my heart oddly warm and tranquil.

The next morning, before the alarm clock chimed, Connor appeared, knocking gently on my

door.

“Livvy, time to get up,” his deep voice called from the other side.

I woke, fished my phone from under the pillow, and glanced at the screen: 9:59 sharp. Such

precise timing.

After finishing my morning routine, I emerged to a breakfast laid out on the table: a humble bowl of venison stew. The rich aroma filled the air, making my stomach growl appreciatively.

Curious, I took a spoonful of broth. My eyes brightened instantly as the familiar flavor hit my

tongue.

“How come it tastes exactly like that restaurant near my law firm?” I asked, unable to hide my

surprise.

Across the table, Connor merely murmured a neutral “Mm.”

I was puzzled. What did that mean? I sampled another bite–yes, it was unmistakably the same taste. The unique blend of herbs, the perfect tenderness of the meat–this wasn’t just

similar, it was identical.

I glanced suspiciously at him. “Did you buy this from that tiny restaurant behind my firm?”

A pause, then Connor admitted plainly, “Yes.”

“But… how do you know that shop?” It was more than ten kilometers from this hotel. Why

would he go so far for venison stew?

on me?

Flustered, I hurriedly changed topic. “Thank you for the stew, Con. It’s really delicious.”

He noticed my flushed ears, red as if bleeding, and a faint smile played at his lips, but he didn’t expose my shyness. Instead, he changed the subject gently.

“By the way, I know a skilled artifact restorer–Eliza Montgomery. She was once invited by the National Heritage Museum to repair ancient relics. Maybe she can fix your ceramic figurine.”

“Really?” My head snapped up, eyes sparkling with hope.

Connor nodded calmly. “When we return to Riverdale, I’ll take you to see her.”

“Alright.” His words soothed my battered heart like a healing balm.

Somehow, I simply trusted him–if he said the expert was capable, then my precious light blue ceramic figurine, shattered together with memories of my mother Sarah, just might be saved.

I couldn’t quite explain why, but Connor’s gentle surprises had given me too many shocks in one morning. Suddenly, I wondered–what else did he hide from me?