After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret

Chapter 73

The woman shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, the sultry demeanor she had worn like a second skin now slipping away. She leaned back in her chair, her fingers idly tracing the rim of the glass of red wine in front of her. "Well, I'm sorry about that, Miss Shirley," she said, her voice suddenly lacking the seductive undertones it held earlier. "Today was a misunderstanding. I listened to some misinformation and assumed there was no longer anything between you two,"

Her confession was casual, almost offhanded, but her words carried a weight that settled in the pit of my stomach. "I hope you understand," she continued, taking a long sip from her glass. "I'm very interested in fame and money, and sometimes I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want. But one

thing I'm not interested in is meddling in other people's relationships."

With that, she stood up, grabbing her bag from the chair beside her. "I'll take my leave now. Sorry for the intrusion," she added, the earlier confidence in her stride returning as she made her way to

the door.

"Wait a minute," I called out, stopping her in her tracks. She turned back to face me, one brow raised in curiosity. "Can you tell me who spread that rumor?"

The woman's lips curved into a sly smile, and she blew me a playful kiss. "That, my dear, is a secret," she teased, before turning and disappearing down the corridor, her figure quickly swallowed by the dim lighting.

I sighed, turning back to Lorik, who was now seated at the table. His face was drawn, his jaw clenched tightly. The waiter began serving the food, but I could sense that something was still bothering him. I took a seat across from him, watching as he absentmindedly poked at the salad in

front of him.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice gentle.

Lorik's eyes lifted to meet mine, and for a moment, there was a flash of vulnerability in his gaze.

"Seeing that woman so close to me... weren't you jealous?" he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant.

I blinked in surprise, not expecting the question. "Jealous?" I repeated, trying to gather my thoughts.

"No, I wasn't. I trust you, Lorik."

He frowned, clearly not satisfied with my answer. "That's it? You trust me, so you didn't react? Shirley, you saw how she was trying to provoke you. And you didn't even flinch."

I smiled faintly, reaching across the table to place my hand over his and I thought to myself "I didn't react because I know we're just pretending to be Alpha and Luna. I have no business being jealous."

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's eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward as if he understood my thought process, his hand nghtening around mine, "Shirley," he said, his voice firm, "you're the only one who's Luna for me, There won't be anyone else. This isn't just a pretense"

My heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his voice, but I quickly masked my emotions with a soft smile. "Let's eat first," I suggested, trying to shift the conversation before it got too heavy. "The food

looks amazing"

A few days later, the finished advertisement for Rica International I had endorsed was released. The campaign was everywhere-giant billboards in the subway, TV commercials, even the elevators in office buildings featured my half-body shot, dressed in the latest collection, holding the brand's newest handbag. The image was stunning; my eyes exuded confidence, and the handbag on my arm completed the look of effortless sophistication.

The ad was a massive success. On the day of the launch, stores were packed, with customers clamoring to get their hands on the new collection. The handbag I carried in the ad was sold out within hours. Just as Lorik had predicted, my fanbase, composed largely of wealthy individuals, had a significant purchasing power. The brand Rica's reputation for quality and prestige, combined with the strategic campaign, ensured the collection's success.

Later that evening, a notification popped up on my phone-a million-dollar endorsement fee had been credited to my account. I stared at the screen, the number glaring back at me. I hadn't yet decided what to do with the money. Should I invest it, save it, or maybe even donate a portion to a cause I cared about? The possibilities were endless, but I knew one thing for sure-I was finally carving out a place for myself in this world, one step at a time.

That's when my phone rang and I saw the name of my foster father, Morpheus, written above the

caller ID.

I hesitated, but picked up the phone.

'Hello, Sherry?' Morpheus said in a commanding tone on the other end of the line, "I saw your advert, you must be making a lot of money since you've been doing so well lately, right? Give me some of your money, I need to pay off my recent gambling debts." After I Let Go My Alpha, He Knelt in Regret