The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 27

Chapter 17: Mutual Respect–2

To him, my meager salary was insignificant, barely enough for one of his extravagant meals at upscale restaurants. Worse, it was clear that he never respected my career.

remembered how when I once excitedly told Ethan I won a sizable five–million dollar case, he had sneered, “Our company signs contracts worth tens of millions without blinking; five million is small fry. Why bother slaving away? Just quit, I’ll support you.”

Since then, I never shared anything work–related with him again. I now realized he only liked my looks and body, never truly my soul or aspirations.

Our relationship was shallow, all about pleasure, never about growth or understanding. By contrast, standing beside Connor, I felt genuinely appreciated and respected for the first time,

sensing he might be the kind of partner who truly values me.

As we exited the courthouse, Connor’s phone rang. He answered it briefly, his expression growing serious.

“That was Henry,” he said after hanging up, his face darkening. “The bottled water you received

was laced with a heavy dose of toxins.”

My amber eyes flashed coldly. “I guessed as much.”

“Do you want me to handle it?” Connor asked, his tone suggesting he was more than willing to

take action.

I shook my head. “No need. I’ll just add this to the ledger–I’ll settle it personally when the time

comes.”

We both knew that although the test result was clear, there was no direct evidence pointing to Cassandra. Reporting it would be pointless. Since this was a private vendetta, it would be

repaid in kind, privately.

The next few days passed in a pleasant blur. Connor extended his stay in Harbor City, and we

spent our time exploring the city together.

One evening, I took him to a small restaurant known for its spicy venison. I’d been craving it

for weeks.

“This is amazing,” I said, savoring the rich flavors. “The spice blend is perfect.”

Connor nodded, though sweat beaded on his forehead. He wasn’t used to such heat, but he

stubbornly finished every bite.

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and far more fulfilling. The quiet companionship and mutual respect slowly began to heal the

wounds in my heart.

On our fifth day together, we visited a scenic overlook that provided a breathtaking view of

Harbor City. The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the skyline, making the buildings

shimmer.

“It’s beautiful,” I breathed, taking in the panorama.

“Yes, it is,” Connor agreed, though when I glanced at him, he wasn’t looking at the view but at

1. me.

My phone chimed with a message notification. Connor was holding it to help me take photos

of the cityscape.

His ice–blue eyes suddenly turned glacial as he looked at the screen.

“What is it?” I asked, noticing the change in his expression.

He didn’t answer immediately, his jaw tightening. When he finally handed me the phone, I saw a message from Ethan Grey: “Are you done with your tantrum yet?”