After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 77

"I’ll make sure you have plenty of books and puzzles waiting for you," Carlos promised with a soft smile.

Cyrus’s face lit up, and I couldn’t help but feel a wave of surprise. I hadn’t realized just how well Carlos knew him, how much attention he had paid to the little things that made Cyrus happy. It made me see Carlos in a new light.

After they left, the following day, I met up with Blair to discuss our plans for the technology fair. Blair was thrilled. "Combining technology with art and design is going to set us apart," he said enthusiastically. "This could open so many doors for us."

I smiled, sharing in his excitement. "It’s not just me, though. We did this together."

Blair nodded, but I could see the pride in his eyes. It felt good to have a partner as invested in the success of this project as I was.

Over the next few days, I threw myself into preparing my presentation for the exhibition. But just as I was starting to feel ready, an emergency came up at Blair’s place, and he couldn’t make it to the show. I was disappointed, but I knew I had to keep going. I decided to travel to the capital alone.

Later that evening, I met up with Vesta and told her about the upcoming trip. She congratulated me, but a thoughtful expression crossed her face. "What about Cyrus?" she asked. "Are you planning to take him with you?"

I nodded. "Yes, I’ve decided to bring him along."

Vesta frowned slightly. "I think you should talk to Carlos about that. Cyrus is a special child, and if he gets sick, a normal doctor might not be able to handle it."

Her words made me pause. She was right—Cyrus wasn’t like other kids. He required special care, and I couldn’t ignore that. I needed to talk to Carlos.

That night, I called Carlos. The sound of a lively party hummed in the background when he answered, but he quickly moved to a quieter place. "What’s going on, Grace?" he asked, his voice steady.

I took a deep breath and explained my plan to take Cyrus with me to the capital. There was a brief pause before Carlos spoke, his voice calm but decisive. "Leave Cyrus with me," he said.

I blinked, surprised. "What? You want to take care of him?"

"Yes," Carlos replied simply. "He’ll be safe here, and you won’t have to worry while you’re working."

Once on board, a stewardess led me to my seat in the first-class cabin—a perk my company had insisted on. I took a deep breath, finally allowing myself to relax. But my sense of relief vanished as soon as I spotted the person sitting beside me.

Carlos.

I looked at him in shock, not expecting to meet him at all.And he looked calm, as if he had known he would run into me.

For a moment, we both just stared at each other. I could see his gaze travel down my outfit, his eyes taking in my polished, professional look.

"Grace?" he said, arching a brow. "I didn’t expect to see you here."

"Carlos," I responded, my tone even but my mind racing. "I could say the same to you."

Didn't expect to meet me? Why can't I believe it?