The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 1792

Feeling slightly awkward, I ventured, “Have you eaten yet? Maybe you’d like to join me for breakfast?”

Andrew gave me a quizzical look.

My nerves tingled with the fear that Andrew might discover something.

I felt a flutter of anxiety.

We lingered in an awkward silence until Andrew’s expression softened into a smile.

“No, thanks, I’ve already eaten.

Actually, I came to personally invite you to dinner.

There’s something I need to discuss with you regarding the fire at the clan leader’s home.

”

Realizing Andrew had information about either the leader or Shirley, I accepted his invitation.

We parted ways, and I returned to my room, carrying my breakfast.

Upon entering, I quickly shut the door, pressed my back against it, and let out a deep breath of relief.

Noticing my distress, Caleb took the breakfast from my hands and looked at me with concern.

“What’s the matter?”

My nerves were so frayed that I poured myself a glass of water, drank it down in one go, and then managed to steady myself.

I told Caleb about my encounter with Andrew outside the kitchen.

“I think Andrew suspects there’s someone else here in my room,” I confided, my voice laced with worry.

“But I’m not sure if he knows it’s you.

”

Caleb’s expression turned stern.

“Even if Andrew knows I’m here, what of it? You’re my Luna, and it’s only right that I’m with you.

We should show him just how happy we are together, so he doesn’t get any false ideas about taking you away.

”

I felt somewhat helpless and a bit embarrassed.

Turning to Caleb, I spoke with a firm seriousness.

“Listen, Andrew isn’t as superficial as you believe.

We must avoid any direct conflict with him, understood?”

Although Caleb appeared displeased, he nodded in agreement.

I owed a great deal to Andrew; after all, he had rescued both me and my child, providing Abby with a stable environment to thrive in.

Thus, it was essential that I prevented Caleb from causing any trouble for Andrew on my account.

Despite my love for Caleb, I didn’t want him to suffer because of Andrew.

I pondered whether to inform Andrew about Caleb’s presence at the manor.

“What’s on your mind? Just eat,” Caleb said, handing me a knife and fork, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Thank you,” I replied with a smile.

To show my appreciation, I selected some of my favorite dishes for Caleb, ones I suspected he’d enjoy as well.

However, as we ate, Caleb scrunched his face and grumbled, “Why is Andrew’s chef so terrible? He’s not professional at all.

I feel sorry for you having to eat this every day.

”

His words were deliberately provocative, but I couldn’t help but find his childish jealousy somewhat amusing.

Debra’s POV:

I was in the middle of a joyful laugh when a knock at the door cut me off Andrew’s voice filtered through from the other side.

“Debra, are you done with breakfast? I need to talk to you about something.

”