Too Late Alpha The Mate He Never Wanted (Iris and Eric) novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72

I squinted at him. “Really? You’re not going to say anything?”

Silence.

“Not even a little comment? No sarcastic jab?”

More silence.

I narrowed my eyes further. “You know, your unreadable face is very annoying when I’m trying to-”

Laughter exploded.

Rowan burst out laughing, like he had been holding it back for far too long. He leaned forward, holding the table as his shoulders shook violently.

When the shock wore off, I glared at him, crossing my arms. “Oh wow. Glad to know my pain brings you so much joy.”

He laughed harder.

If I weren’t so irritated, I might have noticed how good he looked like that, with his brown eyes dancing with amusement, and a very rare sparkle of joy. His broad shoulders shook, and his hard features were softened by laughter. But no. This was not the time to notice things. This was the time to be annoyed.

“Are you done yet?” I demanded, tapping my foot on the floor.

Rowan wiped at his eyes, still chuckling. “Not even close.”

“You really thought punching Lucas was a good idea?” he asked, still laughing.

I scowled. “In the moment? Yes.”

He laughed again, and I groaned, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re infuriating.”

“And you’re violent,” he replied.

I grabbed the closest thing to me, a pillow from the bed, and threw it at him.

He caught it midair, still grinning. “Wow, another act of violence. First Lucas, now me. Should I be worried?”

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