Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 56

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Chapter 32: Territorial Confrontation–2

When I finally found his room, I gasped in horror. His face was swollen beyond recognition, purple bruises covering every inch of visible skin.

“Ethan, what happened to you?” I sobbed, my green–gold eyes filling with tears.

He didn’t answer. He just stared out the window, his expression one of utter despair.

“Who beat you? Did you call the police?” I choked out between sobs.

Still nothing. I kept crying, babbling about how worried I was, how we needed to

report this, how his mother needed to know.

“Could you just leave me alone?” he finally snapped, his voice hoarse.

I wiped my tears, trying to compose myself. “I want to stay and take care of you.”

“No need,” he rejected coldly. “I hired a nurse. You go.“.

His dismissal hurt, but I could see something was deeply wrong. This wasn’t just

about physical pain. Something had broken inside him.

(Ethan’s POV)

I didn’t want to see Cassandra. Not now. Not when all I could think about was Olivia.

Ever since she left, I’d been haunted by thoughts of her day and night. The irony was painful–only after losing her did I realize who I truly loved.

I recalled how cruelly I had rejected her before.

“I will never marry you,” I had told her coldly.

What if I offered marriage now? Would she come back? Would she be willing to be

Mrs. Grey?

A glimmer of hope flickered in my eyes amid the darkness of my hospital room.

I would win her back. I had to.

(Olivia’s POV)

I sat across from Connor at my small dining table, the thermal container between us.

When I opened it, a rich aroma wafted out that made my mouth water instantly.

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“Wow, it smells amazing,” I said, inhaling deeply.

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Inside were braised ribs and winter melon soup, both looking perfectly prepared. My amber eyes widened with surprise and joy.

“How did you know I love these?” I asked, looking up at him.

Connor’s lips tightened slightly, his ice–blue eyes watching me intently. “Try them.”

I hesitated, sensing his mood had shifted. “Are you upset?”

His dark gaze locked onto mine, deep and unreadable. “What do you think?”

My eyes filled with confusion and a hint of grievance. “I don’t know how he found this

place. I never gave him the address.”

Connor just gave a noncommittal grunt, his jaw tight.

I softened my tone, making my voice sweet and pleading. “Don’t be angry, Con.”

He sighed resignedly, his expression softening slightly. “How could I be angry with

you?”

“Then why do you look unhappy?” I pressed.

“I saw him touch your hand,” he said flatly.

“Hmm?” My eyes widened with surprise. “Are you… jealous?”

“Eat before it gets cold,” he said quickly, avoiding my gaze.

I couldn’t help but giggle mischievously. “You really are jealous. And so fierce, you

kicked him flying.”

His face darkened immediately. “Are you feeling sorry for him?”

“No, no, of course not,” I quickly denied.

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