The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 1793

Panic seized me, turning my legs to jelly.

I clapped a hand over my mouth.

Could Andrew have heard our voices inside? Was he about to barge in?

The mere thought of him walking in on me and Caleb filled me with dread.

The embarrassment would be unbearable.

I turned to Caleb, my eyes wide with desperation, and whispered, “Can you find somewhere to hide?”

But Caleb seemed unfazed.

He continued eating his breakfast leisurely, apparently oblivious to the escalating tension.

I faced the door, feeling tears prick my eyes, and pleaded with him, “It would be so awkward for all three of us to meet right now.

I’d be mortified.

Please, just hide, will you?”

Noticing my anxiety, Caleb gazed at me intently and pointed to his lips with a mischievous grin.

In a flash, I grasped Caleb’s implication.

Anger and panic flushed my cheeks red.

“ki*s me, then I’ll be more inclined to listen,” Caleb suggested, his voice deep and alluring.

Reluctantly, I ki*sed Caleb.

As I attempted to pull away, Caleb’s arms encircled my waist tightly.

He cradled the back of my head, deepening our ki*s.

At that moment, urgent knocks sounded at the door.

Andrew’s voice grew increasingly worried.

“Debra? Are you there? Is everything okay?”

Struggling to free myself, I found Caleb’s strength overwhelming.

His embrace was firm, leaving no room for protest.

As Andrew threatened to force the door open and my frustration peaked, Caleb finally released me and vanished through the window.

I rubbed my lips vigorously, adjusted my attire, and opened the door.

Apologizing, I explained, “I’m sorry, I was freshening up in the bathroom after breakfast.

I didn’t hear you come in.

”

Andrew remained silent but gave me a peculiar look.

Feeling uneasy, I inquired, “Is something wrong?”

He focused on my lips and asked, “Your lips are quite red and swollen.

Did something bite you?”

Flushing with embarrassment, I stuttered, “No, no, the breakfast was a bit bland, so I added some chili sauce.

It might have been too hot.

”

Andrew’s gaze deepened, and he smiled slightly.

“Ah, you enjoy spicy food.

I’ll keep that in mind and request the kitchen to spice up our meals from now on.

”

My embarrassment grew, and I quickly corrected, “No, I only like it occasionally.

It’s not necessary daily.

”

The more I spoke, the more absurd it felt.

Clearing my throat, I changed the subject.

“Anyway, what brings you here?”