Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35

ALINA’S POV.

“How did you know I was at that hotel?”

If I hadn’t been watching his face so closely, I would have missed it.

He froze for a nanosecond, then turned to me.

“I had a meeting with an investor who happened to own the hotel,” he said quietly. “He wanted to show me around.”

In an instant, Lucian’s odd behavior faded from my mind and worry consumed me.

“What time was your meeting?” I asked, hoping the fear in my voice wasn’t noticeable.

Had he been there when I was having that meal with Seraphina? Did he see everything that went down?

With Lucian, one can never be sure. He masks his emotions so well that, even if he saw something, unless he speaks up, there’s no way to know.

“It wasn’t long, just twenty minutes.” He told me, and I let out a quiet breath of relief.

“Why?” His gaze searched mine curiously.

“Oh, nothing,” I said dismissively, shrugging. “I was just wondering why I didn’t bump into you.”

“Were you there long?” He pressed.

“I had a late lunch earlier, with a friend.” I told him.

“Talia?” He asked, eyes returning to his iPad.

“Yeah. Sure.” Ilied.

I couldn’t tell him it had been Seraphina, that would open a can of worms I wasn’t ready to deal with.

“Mmmhmm.” He hummed.

There was something in that tone, but I didn’t dwell on it.

“Ace?” He called.

“Yes, boss.” Ace replied.

“Call Jessica and have her get a dress ready. She’ll be my plus-one at the gala next week.” Lucian instructed Ace.

I frowned.

“Okay, boss.” Ace said hesitantly, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.

I was mad. Really mad.

And the worst part was… Lucian didn’t even notice.

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As soon as Ace brought the car to a stop in front of the mansion, I threw open my door and got out, making sure to slam it shut behind me before storming into the house.

“Jessica? Jessica? Who the hell is Jessica?” I gritted out angrily as I stomped toward my room.

I was right there, and he had the nerve to make plans with Jessica. Tears of frustration obscured my vision, and I couldn’t stop them from spilling over. I hated that I was crying but I couldn’t help it.

I wasn’t in the mood to see or talk to Lucian, so after a breeze through my usual night routine, I grabbed a quilt and slipped away to the library which was located at a forgotten wing of the mansion where no one ever visited.

I knew Lucian would be busy briefing the guards before bedtime; he’d never notice me slipping away.

The library was huge, I mean Beauty and the Beast-style huge, with an elevator that glided along the shelves making it easy to access books and, at the very top, a cozy reading space.

I picked up a random book, curled up in a large fluffy beanbag chair, and the moment I got into a comfortable position, I collapsed into an exhausted sleep.

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