Rejected, And Became A Heiress (Cara)
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Chapter 0117

He raised his hand and grasped my shoulder. With his scorching warmth.

I'm forced to face him, staring directly into his eyes. He's clearly angry.

Tell me, Cara, why did you choose that bastard?" Alaric roare. "What's the point of marrying a guy who isn't there when his wife and daughter need him?!"

In that moment, I'm forced to face Alaric, our eyes locked with each other.

After six years, I clearly see myself in his beautiful blue eyes.

His words, his actions, his warmth, give me an illusion-

It's obvious that Alaric also notices the rather close distance between us. He falls silent, then awkwardly clears his throat and gently loosens his grip on my shoulder. "L.. I'm sorry, Cara."

It's fine." That's all I can say in reply.

I am hesitant to even try to guess what his words really meant.

In the hospital room smelling of disinfectant, my daughter sleeps in the bed, while her father and I stand by her side.

My poor little Mia, who just made a wish to me, said she "wants a father"...

It's like we're stuck in a stand off. Like we don't want to be caught staring at each other, not wanting to maintain eye contact for too long.

When I finally catch his gaze, I see something behind his eyes.

There's a frown resting on his lips, but it's like his anger and frustration have transformed as the minutes tick by.

He's holding it back from me, not wanting to be vulnerable. But it's there. I can almost see how he's fighting against it within himself. Like he doesn't want to show me whatever it is he's feeling.. Clearly he cares for me, right? For us. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here right now. He

wouldn't be taking time away from his busy Alpha King schedule to check up on Mia unless

Unless he felt...

Love?

No...

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Chapter 0117

It couldn't be.

Could it?

I examine the facts. He's here in this hospital, isn't he? Keeping, watch my Goods bedside. A daughter that he doesn't even realize is his com flesh and Work

As far as Alaric knows, he's here out of a deep concern for another man's chaid bed why would he do that?

I have to bite my lip, physically holding the question inside my moth. Bht I want to acce It's like the question is boiling up inside of me ynawing away, trying to get one But I can't go down this road, not after so many years. Not after all wet a bean faconda

Can I?

I study him, my eyes going from his strong, angled jawline... up to the perfectly line of his nose... to his piercing, cool blue eyes... his ruffled black hatt.....

This man I've spent so many years of my life worried about, thinking about....

straight

All those years ago... We were so young back then... And now, so much has changed. PUE changed.

And apparently so has he.

I take a deep breath, preparing myself for what I realize is inevitable.

We've been circling this moment for so long... It feels as though we've always been destined to end up here, in this room, with Mia, just waiting for me to ask this one question. I breathe in again and take my time breathing out.

"Alaric..." I start to say.

Alaric looks at me with a confused look, clearly understanding that I'm gearing up for something, even if he doesn't know what it is yet.

This is the last bit of courage I give myself.

To fight for this relationship. To fight for my child's father.

I close my eyes and breathe once more. When I open my green eyes again, I'm ready.

I will not run away from this.

"Alaric," I say, myself surprised to hear how steady and confident my voice sounds.

"Do you...love me?"