Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 332

Chapter 254: Persistent Bonds

(Third person’s POV)

Derek Sullivan smiled and said, “Okay, looking at your reaction, you didn’t catch up.”

Adrian Sinclair expressionlessly played a card. “When do you plan to reconcile with Sarah Mitchell?”

The question instantly froze the smile on Derek’s face. His hand paused mid–air, holding a mahjong tile.

“Why bring up what I don’t want to talk about?” Derek looked dejected, his shoulders sagging.

Adrian’s smile was flawless. “Learned it from you.”

Rachel glanced between the two men with interest. The tension in the chess room had shifted dramatically from playful teasing to uncomfortable silence.

Derek threw his tile down with more force than necessary. “Fine, point taken.”

The fourth player, a junior lawyer from their firm, cleared his throat awkwardly. The romantic drama between colleagues was becoming too personal for comfort.

In the karaoke room, Emma Thompson’s enthusiastic voice belted out a popular love ballad. Her off–key notes mixed with Jade Mitchell’s laughter, creating a stark contrast to the subdued atmosphere in the chess room.

“Your turn,” Adrian said quietly, his attention returning to the game.

Derek studied his tiles with forced concentration. The mention of Sarah had clearly rattled him more than he wanted to admit.

Rachel decided to break the tension. “Anyone want more drinks? I could use another moonberry mojito.”

“I’ll get them,” the junior lawyer offered quickly, eager to escape the awkward situation.

As he left for the bar area, Derek finally spoke again. “Sarah won’t even take my calls anymore.”

Adrian didn’t look up from his tiles. “Maybe that’s your answer.”

“Easy for you to say,” Derek muttered bitterly.

The chess room fell silent except for the distant sound of karaoke and the clicking of mahjong tiles.

Meanwhile, Olivia sat on the plush sofa in the main lounge area, picking at a plate of fresh strawberries. The sweet fruit did little to improve her restless mood.

Rebecca Frost remained absorbed in her phone game, occasionally muttering under her breath when she failed a level.

“I need to use the restroom,” Olivia announced, standing up from the comfortable sofa.

Rebecca glanced up briefly. “The one in our suite is occupied. Emma’s been in there forever.”

Olivia nodded and headed toward the door. “I’ll use the public one down the hall.”

She stepped out of their private suite into the dimly lit corridor. The bass from various rooms thumped through the walls, creating a rhythmic pulse that matched her heartbeat.

The public restroom was located at the far end of the hallway. Olivia walked quickly, her heels clicking against the polished floor.

After finishing her business, she washed her hands and checked her reflection in the mirror. The evening’s stress was beginning to show in the slight tension around her eyes.

As she rounded the corner heading back to their suite, a strong hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

“Livvy.”

Olivia’s blood ran cold. She knew that voice, even slurred with alcohol as it was.

Ethan Grey stood before her, reeking of whiskey and wearing the standard black uniform of Nightshade Bar staff. His usually pristine appearance was disheveled, his hair messy and his shirt wrinkled.

His glazed eyes stared at her with desperate intensity. “Have you been well?”

Olivia’s voice turned ice–cold. “I’ve been doing great without your harassment through the mate bond.”

Ethan’s bitter smile twisted his features. “I deserved that.”

Emma’s eyes widened shockingly. “What lunatic? What happened?”

Her ridiculous performance drew a small smile from Olivia. Emma’s genuine care and concern touched her heart.

“Thank you, Em,” Olivia said softly.

As the evening wound down, the group began preparing to leave. Adrian Sinclair approached Olivia as she gathered her purse.

“Let me drive you home,” he offered. “You had a few drinks earlier.”

Olivia shook her head politely. “Thank you, but Emma and I will go together. She’s sober and can drive.”

Adrian persisted. “At least call me when you get home safely?”

Olivia’s expression grew gentle but firm. “I appreciate your concern, Adrian, but I have a mate. He would be the one to call.”

She paused, choosing her words carefully. “I don’t want to do anything that would make him unhappy. He’s easily jealous.”

Adrian’s expression visibly darkened at her words. The rejection stung more than he wanted to admit.

“I know,” Adrian’s voice was very light, easily scattered by the wind.

Olivia nodded. “Goodbye, Lawyer Sinclair.”

“Goodbye.”

As the glacier blue Bentley sped away with Olivia and Emma inside, Derek sighed and approached Adrian.

“Maybe it’s time to move on,” Derek suggested gently. “She clearly doesn’t reciprocate your feelings.”

Adrian ignored him and headed toward his own car without a word.

Derek muttered to himself as he watched his friend walk away. “Ah, what a stubborn fool. What a waste of such a good–looking man, born to be a playboy, but he’s a sentimental fool instead.”

He shook his head with resignation. “Truly like the saying, ‘What you can’t get is always what stirs you up.”