Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 123

POV Test 123

Chapter 123

Iris

My face burns hot as the fans stare at us, their cameras in hand. I glance at Hunter, who looks just as stunned as I feel. For a long, awkward moment, there’s nothing but silence.

“Please?” the girl asks, shaking her phone slightly. “Your relationship is so cute!”

“1–we’re not “I stammer, pulling Miles closer to my side.

Hunter clears his throat. “I’m sorry, but we’re just friends. The rumors about us aren’t true.”

The women’s faces fall in obvious disappointment. One of them tucks her phone away with a pout. “But the articles said-”

“The articles were wrong,” I cut in firmly. “Hunter has been kind enough to support my art career, that’s all.”

“Then who is the father of your child?” another woman asks bluntly, nodding toward Miles, who is now half- hiding behind my legs. “Everyone’s saying you two have been hiding your relationship for years. Unless there’s another man…”

My stomach twists uncomfortably. This is exactly what I’ve been afraid of–Miles being dragged into this mess, becoming the subject of gossip and speculation. I thought I’d gotten away from it with the situation with Arthur, but I was wrong.

“That’s really none of your business,” Alice suddenly interjects, stepping forward. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we need to get going.”

The women look disappointed but reluctantly leave. As soon as they’re out of earshot, I exhale heavily.

“I am so sorry about that,” Hunter says, running a hand through his hair. “This is getting out of control.”

“It’s not your fault,” I tell him, even though my heart is still racing

We part ways shortly after, with Alice promising to call me later. The entire way home, I can’t shake the feeling that even more gossip will surface online within hours, along with new speculation about the mysterious man in my life who isn’t Hunter. It’s only a matter of time before someone connects the dots to Arthur.

When I arrive home with Miles, I’m surprised to find Arthur’s shoes by the door. He’s rarely home this early in the afternoon. Miles runs ahead of me, excited to see him.

“Daddy!” he calls out, racing into the living room.

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